Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
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
My darling though there have been times When your body is not here I know I'm never quite alone For you are always near I hear you in the blowing wind Which dances with the trees I see your smile in the sun Which filters through the leaves When rain or snow fall from the … Continue reading You Are Always Near
Disperse, o thoughts within my head I've no time for you I must leave bed The sun is up now in the sky It's gone to work And so must I Disperse, o thoughts within my mind I've better ways To spend my time The wind blows snowflakes to and fro It moves so fast … Continue reading Disperse, O Thoughts Within My Head
In the heat of the fire's glow We watch the day's light come and then go The seconds turn to minutes turn to hours then they're gone The days are getting shorter and the nights are getting long Evening turns to gloaming turns to darkness turns to dawn Amidst the calm of the falling snow … Continue reading In the Heat of the Fire’s Glow
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
Time is Indifferent and undiscerning The great trickster Thief and benevolent altruist Savior and damnation As all we possess All we cherish All that we despise Burdens and banquets both Are given and taken all the same Oh for the days When the hours passed so slowly We could count the seconds as they passed … Continue reading Time Is
The more tight our grasp On what we love The shorter now it seems to last We shall forget these things Until the bell, divided, rings And in its hollow sound The lines and words which we had prior found Now to which we're bound will sing Until this day arrives The voices we did … Continue reading Until the Bell, Divided, Rings
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 