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How is it, That you, Beautiful you, Find me, Somehow, When no one else can… Lost, Drowning In the deep Dark abyss Of self-doubt, Under the untenable pressure That does not forge strength, But rather, Stresses my steel To the point of failure, The indelicate turmoil, Of life’s challenges… Unforgiving. But just your fingertips, Gently […]
And what ofThe emptinessOf my bed, Void,In the ink and quietOf night? Echoes of fading memories,Yet reflecting off the pitchOf these walls, The intractable ache,Of missing the lightAnd warmthOf your presence, And healing caressOf your touch. Hours still remainBefore what wouldHave been daybreak… But can no longer be. For in the absence of you,There can […]
Delicately, So delicately, You made me your melody. Each note you intoned Drew me more deeply Into the hues Of your lyricism, As if the pure blending Of phrases and sound Could become one… In elegant physical harmony, A lullaby of love. Now, Now you’ve whispered into me A newness of life, Unblemished by the […]
Bare… Now. Exposed to the reality Of the inconvenient, My heart can no longer Hide, Or disbelieve. Gathering against the angst Of life’s uncertainty, Wanting so desperately To soften the edges of loneliness, I search each corner Of the innermost… Grasping for emotional intrepidity And another chance to live, But so afraid of Three simple […]
So many Wander through The sepia days of life, Unable, Or unwilling, To look beyond The dull shades of the ordinary. Empty of soul, Unaware of the panoply Of beauty in the nearness Of their touch… If they would simply reach. Unaware of the panoply Of beauty in the nearness Of their eyes…. If they […]
I know I saw youWalk out that door,Taking with youEverything that usedTo be us, But the eyesCan be deceived,Can’t they, Only the heartSees with clarity, Seeing from the inside, And mine still seesYou here with me. But maybe it’sThe lens effectOf my tears,Blurring my heart’s vision, Somehow distortingThe truth… Or more likely,Those tears are simplyReflective […]
I know, There is nothing more precious Than moments of life. There are only But so many brilliant blooms In spring To grace our years alive. There are only But so many falls, Filled with the palette Of ever-changing folliage That we will ever see. Nothing is guaranteed, All could be gone tomorrow. So I […]