At first I had a cloaking feeling of numbness, but on greater inspection I felt more like I was on the edge of every possible feeling: sadness, pain, euphoria, ecstasy, terror, loneliness, magic, wonderment, memories etched by each and every heartbreak; and that I had left my mind for a less turbulent home, somewhere closerContinue reading “J.E #1”
The sun shone thru the trees, Splintered its light; And I no more than these: eyes and ears and feelings, a witness to the briefest of paradise
…there below unknown steeples, behind unknown churches, I could not find her home, nor walk upon that silent ground to offer her roses, though the sea she bequeathed to me…
Then in flight I watched my love, my brooding flower. I see her gentle mask, her subtle transformation. But such is life, a precarious sea of old and changing faces, and each alone along her own path; though if only ever in spirit would I hold her hand.
White mountains of clouds. Reincarnated into this Strange creature. There’s a hazy freedom I cannot Name. But these pristine Skies are like Mirrors. And Love and memories And days a bird are Never too far away.
What is man but a rose? Born. Blooms. Dies. But to be as eternal As the open seas… Exquisitely a child.