In the corridors of your presence
I find four heavy doors
Behind the first
If I want to make thoughts real
Can form the words
And can synchronize the throat
I do
Behind the second…
How your voice somehow seems richer to me when you say their name
How your eyes look different in ways my mind cannot quite fully grasp
When you speak of them
When you share with me the plans your heart carries
Of your greatest possible future
…
Steadily creeping
Future unpredictable
Feels more familiar
I expected rain, but it never came
Somehow, through that turbulent mix of…
Across time and space
A beloved favourite has come back to me
I may still be broken
Some pieces are still glued at the edges
But today everything is in place again
…
Wanderer returns:
I wonder how my face now
reflects in his eyes
Journey concluded:
Has travel changed the view
in my direction
An important friend returns from a long journey.
I toss through the night
I wake feeling restless and uneasy
So before I make that same short drive
That I do all seven days of the week
I turn the dials a little higher this time
…
Today I was re-reading a message that a friend sent me a day or two ago, when I was particularly struggling. I usually stick to posting my own words here, peppered with the occasional quote from another. But this is something I want to make sure I keep, and will find again, maybe when I really need it.
I wanted to tell him I had to get away, but couldn’t speak up. I tapped him gently on the lower back, a pat to communicate. I thought he’d understand. I thought he understands my silence now. He knows how this machine works. But this time, he didn’t.
Glowing with moonlight
From a clear sky
After a wicked storm:
Remember this!