Songs of the Soul
When someone significant leaves you behind, no matter how they do it, you grieve. There comes a time though, when you see the sunlight and laugh with someone, and some little thing makes you happy. The sadness diminishes. It doesn't go away, but it isn't all day, everyday anymore. Then, a day comes,... Sign in to see full entry.
I'm letting go, now releasing you into your world as you would have it as you make it. I had hoped back then I'd be there, too, and you in mine somehow as friend or lover: as trusted cherished liked, admired... So many things back then I'd come to think were possible, and might have been. I let go... Sign in to see full entry.
A dream can linger past the night, beyond the hours you lay oblivious to day and thought spirit-flight was life, and real, and true. The senses cling to the wonder of the thing Unwilling to let go of what you felt despite all that you know of all that's possible all that's so. But comes the hour no... Sign in to see full entry.
The day will come-- I know at last it's true-- when I'll feel no pain: when little things will not remind me of you....When the words that spoke to me of what we made will take on other meaning and sense....When images and phrases and thoughts will all have finally fallen into a true past-tense. The... Sign in to see full entry.
Control Freak Some tolerate a fool not gladly but with more amusement than others might. Some find themselves surrounded by incompetents and manage all the same, taking up the slack, and taking friendship where they find it. That one may come to a deep, unconscious knowing that all others are as... Sign in to see full entry.
...on what will be a new day, new week, new year and the excuse incentive temptation to write anew the rules of daily, weekly living and routine. What habits unfortunate shall I amend from this dawn forth...? What hopes abandon, and regain the energy pointlessly invested in things futile and insane?... Sign in to see full entry.
White wraiths whip across the road beating cold through every crevice, every gap unwisely left in coat and scarf. And yet the beauty of the darkness set to glowing by moon and star and snow draw me out of warmth well-wrapped to walk the magic world. Sign in to see full entry.
In the dark I think of you sometimes and remember laughter that delighted you though not enough it seems. I no longer seek to laugh or feel; or share; nor trust the promises I wanted once, embraced but finally found in my arms nothing. A time there was when hope of love of welcome of desire still... Sign in to see full entry.
I heard a child crying echo bouncing round the yards and fences from one house or another... Is this the little girl who just moved in next door, whose parents fought and one drove off with threats of self-destruction and the other left handcuffed with the cops he called...? Or is it some other in a... Sign in to see full entry.
First fog of the autumn: a curtain drawn between the audience and stage while the set is altered for the coming scene. Sign in to see full entry.