"Oh, Window Pane!" - Recorded 1/7/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them Oh, Window Pane!My God, my only hope!I would break you from your tether that I might make all my own the trees and the birds which you have captured just for me!In jars and vials, shadow boxes felted and gold … Continue reading Oh, Window Pane!
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
I paused Ever so slightly today, As my feet passed between shadows and sunlight streaming down… Warm and… It has been so long Since I have felt the glow on my face. My spirit ran free last night. I opened my mouth wide And set loose from between my teeth, Not quite words, Not quite … Continue reading I Paused Ever So Slightly Today
Inspired by the poem Not to Wonder by Tornadoday. To not be filled with wonder When staring up at the starry skies above When looking out at the great expanse and seeing only light In all directions Moving So fast And yet so slowly As representations of long-dead distant worlds float ceaselessly through empty space … Continue reading To Not Be Filled with Wonder
I remember when Our eyes opened With the rising of the sun The smell of morning air And a renewal that cannot quite be captured In words Can only be felt But for a moment I remember standing Behind a frozen pane of glass Staring out Into a world of swirling white Wondering Whether there … Continue reading Of What, I Am Not Certain
We sat in circles under the tin roof of the old man's cottage Playing games and laughing well after the setting of the sun The wooden tables and chairs creaked Under the weight of our merriment The candles flickered From our breath like wind from a torn balloon There was not a head in the … Continue reading All the While the Storms
Strike. Fall. Rain on hollow oak. Moss grows quietly on the hillside. Drawing moisture from the cool air. The smell of decaying leaves fills nostrils. I sit on the ancient stone precipice, Staring out into the abyss, Watching the stars move slowly across the dark sky.
These are the moments To remember So simple But so intricate in the complexity of grand context Sitting quietly around crackling embers The warmth tying us together A nexus for spirits high The sound of the guitar humming in the background Staring softly into the glowing logs As if we can see right into the … Continue reading These are the Moments
Captured prior For too long By the gaze of The dark Peering now into The light I'd rather go blind Than forsake sight Rather live Another day Than exist through Another night Rather nothing stare back Than something else Not quite real Not quite Right Lost in thought But not for good Promise me You … Continue reading Lost in Thought
This poem was written in collaboration with Blackbird, of the blog Wandering Thoughts. To read the first lines of this poem, visit: Smoke (Part One) … Curling and drifting Not fine lines but rather Swirling vortexes Our bodies tangled beneath Breath slowing Eyes still wild Our hair in attention Imitating the layers and waves in … Continue reading Smoke (Part Two)