Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
For you, once more, and forever. 💙 "A Dirty Sort of Clean" - Recorded 1/9/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them I have seen…A dirty sort of clean…Paradox? Sure.But I'll take it. "Expect the unexpected." I have seen…Water running over, flowing,Spilling out as these words do now…From my mouth and from my … Continue reading A Dirty Sort of Clean
For you, with love. 💙 "I Want to Dance and I Want to Dance With You" - Recorded 1/5/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them I have been whispering your name since the day I was born.I have been whispering your name since the day I was born and now I want … Continue reading I Want to Dance and I Want to Dance With You
"But Somehow I Can Still Breathe" - Recorded 12/28/2020 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them I amBeneath the azure seaAnd I amSinking down slowlyDrawn belowCovered with snake-like weeds But somehowI can stillBreathe I amAmongst the dirt and wormsAnd I amRotting from insideDead weightRiddled with disease and germs But somehowI can stillBreathe I … Continue reading But Somehow I Can Still Breathe
It was here that we learned to love;not the kind of love that brings a blush to the cheeks,no, not the kind of love which is all too often confused with the lust that leads to hasty marriage that leads to depression that leads to divorce,but the kind of love that is formed of the … Continue reading Here, Where the Hollyhock Once Grew Tall
Pull the shades down low, my loveOh, my love…My love which lies,Which lies, within,Without me, at times…A heart which beats as my own,A heart which beats as if my own,But set to a different tune… Pull the shades down low,Down low to the windowsill,Pull them low, that they might not see,That they might not see … Continue reading Pull the Shades Down Low, My Love
We are as a drop of water Falling through space And time; What And who We interact with along the way Become Both what we experience As well as what we are. We must be kind And caring To all we interact with Showing love and mercy, Being to them As we wish they would … Continue reading We Are As a Drop of Water
My mother making dinner for her children, Alone. We were together Once more. My father and horses. The gates had all fallen down, And I ran to see. Walking up the hill, He looked at me and said: "Is that my son? No, it couldn't be…" Without hesitation, He kept walking.
I want to drink you down, Just like that bottle of lavender syrup The one you gifted me -Purple & sweet- Just like you Used to be / still are Somewhere underneath that lid of yours -Sealed tight- To keep your contents From spilling to the earth below. Or maybe… I can learn to simply … Continue reading Used to Be/Still Are
I will... Never / be the same person who used to rise at 5:30am every morning / ready within 15 minutes / on my bicycle in –15 degree weather / no gloves and a smile on my face / sun shining down / Greet each morning / embrace the new day / maybe on a … Continue reading I Will / Never / Forget
What weighs on the heart Is heaviest of all, For a burden on That vital part Can bring us down, Overall, Can remind us That we are So very small. Hope remains, Here as in all other ways, Just as the darkest nights Often lead to the brightest days. For what is heavy on the … Continue reading What Weighs on the Heart
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
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