These late night thoughts
Let’s hide them in this mist
Where none shall ever find them
…
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These late night thoughts
Let’s hide them in this mist
Where none shall ever find them
…
when these two meet
love given and love received
trembling hands fall still
.
(Is there anything greater that requited love?)
On some days, like today
My mind can be content
But unstill
It jumps, it scatters
It’s happy but restless…
I’m sure you’ll never read this
This lesson could never come from me
But I do hope you learn it
Somewhere, from someone
I know it may be so, so very hard
For many of us to believe this
(Trust me, I do)
But please do consider the possibility
That you can make the space you need
To hold and keep everything they have to offer you
Often
I look back at old writing
Of days, weeks, or months ago
And can only cringe
In embarrassment or shame
But then, sometimes
I can look back at those same verses
Days, weeks, or months past
And see them differently
…
So much love to give
Like the infinite skies holding all possibilities…
When she lets you in, everything will change.
You will not be in our world anymore.
The world will swirl around you
and her
and her
and her.
.
July 7, 2025
(Reflecting upon the potential future romantic success of a friend.)
So much love given:
surely most will
find its way back home
Love is infinite:
it knows only the limits
our fear imposes
.
(I see how much love some others generate and share. I wish they’ll always see as much as possible come back to them.)
Kind words, patient pauses,
encouragement to shine
Handmade cards, cats on T-shirts,
specially chosen stones
Notes inked on pages in books of wisdom,
celebrating decades lived
Soft roomy sleepwear, fruit in baskets,
flowers to communicate care
Mirrors sharp yet somehow gentle,
encouragement to live
Immense communication wordless and not
echoes through the chambers of my heart,
reminding me what I am to others
.
June 26, 2025
I’m searching for your innermost colours.
With each one found, I want to splash and lather them all like watercolour onto coarse, textured paper.