7.6.2018
I long to avert my eyes
from the memory
but I can not escape
the resident
inside
there is no place I can go
no island so remote
no postcard from far away sky
or even camelot’s hope
nor mountain top breath,
a flower in perfect step
to the grass that surrounds,
for you – to you
my love-
I am bound.
“shores” 8.13.2018
as I exhale, you inhale
my very breath
that is how close we are
no, looking back, that is how close we were,
these days,
we are like two continents
on opposite sides of the widest ocean
I try to remember the contours of your shore
I do still recall the feel of your hair
in my hands, in between, flowing silken strands
caressing the gaps of my fingers like waterfalls,
and staring into your eyes
transported to –
an island
surrounded on all sides by your love.
but, now a distant land
for pangea is broken
the faults, the scars
I understand the tectonics
but still –
I stand on my shore
and peer out into the horizon
wondering where you are.
“lasting” 8/17/2018
you –
the last name
the last thought
a last synapse spark
as I slide, into the everdark,
in my mind
as I expire
from this life
I hope, I pray
on the other side
to see you once again
and renew our vows
on that immortal plane
music… going with some more of one of my fave bands…
This song really gets me, great art can often be simple, the premise of this song is just that, but it is not something we might always think about, or maybe you do, I can only speak for this pile of genetic material typing this post at the moment, perhaps it is the memory burned into my cinema screen of memory that I can not erase, that day, I am blessed or cursed with an exceptional memory, so every detail, even the feel… I remember, it all, whether it be guilt or regret, or the lens of time distilling away the non essential elements and leaving just one, love.
and lest I forget, I do appreciate all comments, thoughts, follows or re-posts (as long as ya’ credit me, c’mon!), or turkey sandwiches, man I love turkey…
Shades of My Garden 