What would you do

If a moonbeam

Came through

Inviting you to slide,

Would you take up

The adventure

Or hide behind



Who knows where

Riding a moonbeam

Might take you.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “The Fourth Book”

6:30 AM April 29, 2014

Those Years

Looking back

At those years,

The Bohemian years,

Or were they the years

In a mask,

Those years you wonder

What in the hell you

Wasted them for,

Or were they

Not wasted at all,

Is the image

In the mirror,

Is your art,

The seeds of those years

Coming into their own.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “The Fourth Book”

9:52 AM April 24, 2014



Like love

Has a burning

Devouring power,

That keeps you

Up late nights,

Wakes you at odd

Hours with a relentless

Pounding passion exploding

In your veins,

An explosion driving some

To sit on the fence of ecstasy,

Some to insanity,

Some to take refuge

In a bottle.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “The Fourth Book”

10:35 PM April 19, 2013