Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
"That the Rains Might Fall" - Recorded 12/23/2020 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them I long for…love. Your love,and to love you just the same. Not merely to receive,neither to give,but to know,to feel,to be a part of, as if immersed in a flowing stream. All I have,all I am,on the altar … Continue reading That the Rains Might Fall
Tin roof raindrops,Words and sounds, fallingYour face,Dark cloud above and fog on the mirrorI reach, butI feel nothing.
This piece was a collaboration with a good friend, Dusyant, who I met on the Ablo platform, an app that connects you with strangers from around the world and allows you to chat with them without language barriers due to automatic translation. This platform has increasingly become a core part of my life, as an … Continue reading Negative Thoughts – A Collaboration
Greetings, Below is my second recording of an old piece called "When the Storm is Over", originally published in October of 2020. As with many of my pieces, this was originally written to speak to what was going on in my own personal life, as well as to the situation that a specific person I … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “When the Storm is Over”
Oh, how relentless, the passage of time As leaves once green with the warmth of the summer sun now fade and fall And a chill pervades the air we draw from the dim stillness How I remember the days we first shared The crisp crackle of frozen snow beneath our feet And the howling of … Continue reading The Passage of Time
When the storm is over And deep blue skies are beginning to break on the horizon It would be easy to believe That there is nothing left for you to do Other than to wait Hopeless and defeated Until the next storm comes through But it is in these moments When the worst lies behind … Continue reading When the Storm is Over
Why Must time move so quickly As the days we once knew so well Become but memories Which in turn are made to be A sediment of sentiment Into which the roots of our blooming days are set Forgotten now for what they were Rather consumed and made new Though all the while, traces linger. … Continue reading Though All the While, Traces Linger
