for she too
she hears all the lost sounds of joy and sorrow for she too is lost giving her absolute access
Tag: Memories
Now, When I Remember You
To tell the story of a life Takes many pages, many words; To tell the story of a love Takes every bit as long The you I saw in summer fields Beneath an endless weightless sky The you I felt in tenderness The softness of your skin, a sigh For now, when I remember you … Continue reading "Now, When I Remember You"
a kind of imbalance
when it came to her, many options were open to me: none of which involved not caring on my part
“don’t ever forget…”
"don't ever forget," she told me as the light faded from her eyes, leaving only white hollowness
past the gate
past the gate we walked in loving poverty riches of the heart stay longer and taste much sweeter
Farm Visit Morning, Age 10
The morning was heavy with mist and dew But the sun was hot and the light burned through And I was just ten, with little to do But explore the surrounding farmland. By brother and I at long last stood By a single tree near a teeming wood Where the sounds were full and the … Continue reading "Farm Visit Morning, Age 10"
A House of Memories
The mind's a house of memories That's shaped before we know The subtle warping influence That circumstance bestows And that we think of now, as truth. But this is our great weakness: That our partial perspective comes To seem, to us, Completeness
the crying sun
the crying sun attacked our skin from morning through the afternoon; we walked around the open town -- the year, and us, were both at June -- and heat was more inside than out. we laughed, we loved, and then we burned from both exposure to the sun and love we took in, unconcerned, as … Continue reading "the crying sun"
walking the edge
the day came i no longer walked upon the rocks or near the edge for fear of what might happen i now warn the younger ones instead the young ones look to us to calm the fears they have, but often we bring new ones to them they don't want but which we offer bountifully