Winter came
Now the storm has passed
But your touch
No longer here
But in our hearts
Your soul lives strong
Forever so close
So dear
That when I close
My eyes I hear
How loudly
Your soul
Did shine
Tag: pass
Come Close (day 3103)
I don’t know how to tell you I love you anymore
For every way I know of has been told.
There’s no light I haven’t seen you amicably in,
No space I haven’t felt your soul in,
No memory I haven’t found
Where I’d thought you don’t belong
And my song’s always filled with your name.
But the days that pass
Are filled with an unmistakable void
That is you not being here by my side
Which silences my song to every corner of my world
And hurts me like a dying star should.
Where do I go to feel my sorrow
That hasn’t already been felt deeply so?
What path can I take that leads me astray
To a new thought upon a new day?
Where are your words that paint me pictures
Of what keeps you far off, away
To put my mind in an infinite at ease
And understanding of what furrows my brow?
So I tarry and wander
With my hands buried deep
Shaking off the cold inferno,
With my voice, hardly shaking
Reminding me always
That it’s you whom I love
So come close.
Handwritten (day 2838)
I want to lay away your story
Into my eloquent pages so designed.
For I am in no time missing
Each sentence you’ve so led amiss,
No grammatical trickery
To bequeath this budding rose
– Thorny and apical –
In transcendence I have only dreamed.
There, so I shall then pass
And accompany you upon this waltz
Through tapestry written
Upon each lazy leaflet
Dangling it’s feelings
Upon these even walking grounds
Handwritten for our love.
Truth Notes (day 2628)
Ironic
In the thick of it
Laying low little thoughts
Tangling up in tow
Each passes like wind through trees
Each passes on, away
Left to me a memory
That I’ll share again, again.
Anymore (day 2487)
This is a passing by
A non-chance at running along
Losing hope in a rubbage pile
Of inconsistent bragging
Long lines that snake around
Two solid posts marked in red
Avoiding damage of the worst kind
While still maintaining
An innocent truth
Explaining how we just don’t know anything
Anymore.
Home Team Game (day 2249)
Memory brings me to a time I played
On ice so cold and flat
Laced my skates, taped my stick
Buttoned on my helmet tight
Jersey worn proud and clean
Stretched about my back
Number on a team so strong
Hear the Cougars roaring loud
From the home team bench we’d sit.
A puck would be the object of
Bodychecks and blocking shots
Goalies were last defense
Set back in their crease to save the rest
Pass, slapshot, he shoots, he scores!
That’s how we’d win our games,
Hat trick, assists, winning goals,
The whole rink was on our side.
Then, exhausted, we’d all shake hands
Open a door in the boards
And head off to the locker room
To debrief and tuck our gear
Into hockey bags we’d pack off
Out into night’s frosty air.
Jack Jump Down Twice (day 2125)
Jumpin juniper berries
Did I ever tell you about the
Hot rocks in the Devil’s Pass
Down South along Whiskey Gorge?
Oh boy oh boy those rocks
I tell ya
Had me jumping half way down that gorge
Didn’t miss a jump
But sure did scare ol Franny
Boy oh boy
She was hollering after me
And the echo of her hollerin’
Had the whole gorge a’shakin’
And me a jumpin
Oh boy oh boy
Those hot rocks down South!
Lost Again (day 2077)
You have me in a heartache
Two singles at a time
One dying off into
Silence I’ve never heard
Two is another choice
That I’m leaving up to chance
One day will come again
At the crossroads
Where we’ll dance
And not a day shall pass until
I’ll have you lost again
Exit Please (day 1530)
Take me – one two three,
No, it ain’t at all free,
Baby this flow’s for a price,
This is how it rides.
Let yourself into the show?
Don’t believe your in the band.
This wont become a night.
Baby, this ain’t for free,
You got to pay the price.
Take a pass and walk the line,
Make your due and do in time,
Don’t let the moment pass on by,
Exit’s off to the left.
Dog Walkers (day 918)
I sit here from my porch in snow
Watching strangers pass and go:
In front usually bounds an excited dog,
Master then ordering, stumbling in fog.
Accepting this as natural flow