By my side
It is warmth
From your presence
Tag: presence
No Ladder (day 837)
I stopped at my cliff to eye the fields
A walkers breath was all I could feel
Sent out along with my great view
Sitting alone in torment upon this hill
Not ready to head down to say I’m sorry
Misunderstanding every call shouted aloud
Reaching out hands to soften my fall
And for this I’m sorry, my stars of night’s sky
I miss you more stepping further, higher
A steady breath to hold your thought
Where I cover you from all this hurt
Oh gentle woman, oh lily of my ruin
Not ready to head down to say I’m sorry
Presence needs no ladder to follow me here
Your heart is in me, in every way near
And for this I’m sorry, my stars of night’s sky
I am here now in the height of love
I’m begging my dear for long nights near
Lit up clear with your bright eyes
Your thoughts so soft to my poor heart
I’m on my way to say I’m sorry
It wasn’t long amongst quiet things
To show me how I’ve done you wrong
And for this I’m sorry, my stars of night’s sky
Dear Children (day 458)
My dear children
I’ve been waiting here some time
I’ve been holding onto my book
Flipping through the yellowed pages
Thinking of you
My son, your charmed elegance
Your presence simply beams my pride
Startling personality
That I grow to appreciate
How I’ve missed you
Dear daughter of my own style
How beautiful your long hair is
You make me long so much of my younger days
I wish I still had your skin
My beautiful girl, the love we have
I cherish these times my dear Children
I wish we could always remember
These beautiful moments here
Sure enough, as days pass on
We will not laugh nearly as much
All of It (day 179)
All day a waste
All night is gone
All time has passed
All love has left
All history erased
All friends dead
All memories forgotten
And all that’s left
Of all of it
Is my own presence
Presence (day 141)
When the day comes to close
And the wind comes to settle
The eyes adjust to darkness
The summer fades to fall
When the boots leave dust tracks
And the rain covers them up
The nose smells the presence
Of something, much more than air
A Lust (day 43)
Romance calls from beyond the lines
Hidden beneath the layers of cool
Inescapable within conversation
But avoidable in the connection
Days they roll on in contempt distractions
Avoiding the questions for the presence in mind
Clearly browsing the shelves distracted
Without a sign of wanting ever after