you were behind a screen, always. and I wrestled with demons, wondering -- what is this secret she hides? who is this person that she talks to in the hidden places, veiled within the lakes of your true desire
last night again dreams of diving in blue waters came clear and vivid and you were my destiny my comfort and warm delight and the light came through and the others moved in concert as though with music that i could not quite make out with my ears not yet ready.
all the joy in this trembles on a precipice between these two aches: memories that will not come, and those that come unbidden
sell these words for scrap, give it all away for love. these habits we form fall away without meaning, empty, without connection. on the verge of dawn, value is as always was -- within and nearby, distant and unreachable, unfathomable, and lost
image come back now, amid the brokenness, but the feeling hides -- for what we see with the mind is only known to the heart
No one knows the heart. We see and judge, but poorly. Why do we do this? We want patterns to control: But the cycle carries us.
give us such silence as befits quiet angels like those who watch us, wondering at our mistakes, glorying in our long love
Friends, and time well spent: It was in forgotten fall, We were more alive To both possibility And our few allotted breaths
How I see you now: In the brightest of colors -- Not in gray, or dim, But in the light you most loved, And always modeled for us