Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
For You. 💙 "I Wanted to Write a Poem About Your Beauty" - Recorded 1/8/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them I wanted to write a poem about your beauty…But for once, I did not know quite how to arrange the thoughts that drift in my head in such a way that … Continue reading I Wanted to Write a Poem About Your Beauty
For Rini, my dear friend in Indonesia. Your soul and heart are pure as the water droplets which form on the blades of grass in the early morning, your prayers as loud to the heavens as the chirping of the crickets in the evening hours. You are not stupid, I will not hear such a … Continue reading The World, Anew
I will Wait Until the sound has made Its mark upon this stage Until the clock has left Its mark upon this face Until the room Is quiet Once more Was once we did create When the hour was growing late When the day began To waste away Now we only lay Lay To waste … Continue reading Until the Room is Quiet Once More
Empty hours Sleeping while the sun shines Lead to long and restless nights While the moon is high The stars are bright But they are obscured As grey clouds fill the sky And darkness abounds
The world around me is aglow In a golden hue And I find contentment In the simple truths The little moments And the grandiosities All the same But there are still hours Days Weeks at times Where my attention is drawn To the shadows which fall Across the otherwise luminous landscape Cast by any of … Continue reading In the Light, Seeing Only the Shadows
Oh, for the innocence Of the days we left behind I'd gladly give all I have learned For such a peace of mind Oh, for the sense of self The assured inherent truth I'd give all that I have acquired To give it back to you Oh, for the endless hours spent Pursuing life and … Continue reading Oh, For the Innocence
Another day has passed; The Earth has turned once more Around the sun, The darkness swallowing the light Giving way to the dark hours of the night Illuminated only By the glow of the silver moon. The sounds of the waking world Recede slowly Making way for The stillness of the empty hours Between the … Continue reading Another Day Has Passed
Some days I do not want to write I feel I have nothing to say Which must be recorded Nothing to share I seek silence Not a silence born of defeat Nor of melancholy Rather I am aware That the experiences of the day And the memories I have made Are sufficient Captured in the … Continue reading In the Passing Hours of the Night
Solitude Is at times Like a gust of fresh air An open space in which to breathe At others It is an asphyxiating absence A vacuum to be filled There is a stillness now A silence To permeate All the hours of the day And of the night And in the nascent chasm between It … Continue reading There is a Stillness Now
I find myself in awe At the relentless procession of days and months How even the seconds and minutes Which seem at times too minuscule And like sand between fingers slip from perception Pile up one after another Until Before we have even realized it Half of our lives have fallen behind us And we … Continue reading A Reflection on the Passage of Time
