Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Indian Summer Heat...
Lying here
In this Indian Summer heat
The softness of this bed
And the distant hum of the world
Just beyond my open window
Reminds me of times not too long ago
Where all there was
Was you and me
And our flesh
And our souls
And something greater than we ever could have imagined
Contained within these four white walls.
The poems
The notes
The songs
And the pictures of the way things once were
Are now tucked away
In my dusty memory box of surreality
Only to be revisited
When I no longer carry this heavy heart.
It all seems like such a
Far a way dream now
A dream in which I wake up
Painfully longing
For all that was created
In my imagination the night before.
But now
Lying here
Body heavy with sleep
I’ll roll over to the side of the bed
In which you slept
Close my eyes
Take a deep breath
And try to mend this broken heart
So that one day
I will be able to revisit
Those perfect memories
And greet them
Not with remorse
But with a smile…
In this Indian Summer heat
The softness of this bed
And the distant hum of the world
Just beyond my open window
Reminds me of times not too long ago
Where all there was
Was you and me
And our flesh
And our souls
And something greater than we ever could have imagined
Contained within these four white walls.
The poems
The notes
The songs
And the pictures of the way things once were
Are now tucked away
In my dusty memory box of surreality
Only to be revisited
When I no longer carry this heavy heart.
It all seems like such a
Far a way dream now
A dream in which I wake up
Painfully longing
For all that was created
In my imagination the night before.
But now
Lying here
Body heavy with sleep
I’ll roll over to the side of the bed
In which you slept
Close my eyes
Take a deep breath
And try to mend this broken heart
So that one day
I will be able to revisit
Those perfect memories
And greet them
Not with remorse
But with a smile…
Thursday, November 02, 2006
The West...
Take away mirrors-
To see my true reflection-
My Self, in your tides.
To see my true reflection-
My Self, in your tides.
Love Poems To The Sea....
O great sea! Great waves!
Submerge me, cleanse me, calm me-
Help me find myself...
O great sea! O waves!
I am but a grain of sand-
When I am in your midst...
O great sea! O waves!
I'm never more full, more whole-
Than when I'm with you...
O great sea! O waves!
O tides of introspection-
Help me find my path...
The Sandbar...
This is all I have ever dreamed of...
A porch and a comfortable chair with a book and cup of tea in hand and the ocean not too far away in the distance.
Blue waters and blue skies with cotton ball clouds and the sun rising from the East and a gentle breeze tickling my barely exposed back as I face West.
A picturesque view infront of me with a pristine color palette that is only found in brochures or imaginations and tall grass and an infinite skyline where the sea merges with the sky.
Bare feet and sleepy eyes and the roaring waves of the sea and the melodious music of times long ago that soothe my spirit and make my feet dance in the air.
A calm mind and a joyous spirit and an outstretched body and a rush of contentment that consumes every ounce of my being as I welcome the new day.
Ah, this is life.
A porch and a comfortable chair with a book and cup of tea in hand and the ocean not too far away in the distance.
Blue waters and blue skies with cotton ball clouds and the sun rising from the East and a gentle breeze tickling my barely exposed back as I face West.
A picturesque view infront of me with a pristine color palette that is only found in brochures or imaginations and tall grass and an infinite skyline where the sea merges with the sky.
Bare feet and sleepy eyes and the roaring waves of the sea and the melodious music of times long ago that soothe my spirit and make my feet dance in the air.
A calm mind and a joyous spirit and an outstretched body and a rush of contentment that consumes every ounce of my being as I welcome the new day.
Ah, this is life.
