Truth

I pour, I drink
I choose to think
I seek the brink
and peer beyond

I seek the truth
inside my youth
(long in the tooth
my youth begone)

Reality
knows naught of me
I look to see
what can be drawn

I walk back to
what I once knew
when I withdrew
and this become.

--2011/03/12
photo courtesy Suzen Juel

Found?

Here I sit (what I've become)
Master of what I survey
Naught of value

Here I dream (what may be?)
looking beyond what holds me
looking beyond my future
looking

I see the world
out of reach
out of focus
out of patience with me...
... and I shrink
I fade
I wither
I realize...
... it must be me
that cares
that pushes
that dreams

For, if not me then
I am lost.

--2011/03/12
photo courtesy of Suzen Juel

Lost?

Lost to me
hidden in a place removed from
all that I understand

I reach out
... to touch
... to feel
... to regain something
that I can no longer find

Once here, once real, once...
was it mine?
"once mine"?
the words feel foreign, distant, false

Can I claim as mine what I cannot touch?
what I cannot feel?
what I cannot...
or can I?
Is it gone, or am I?
Am I here?
am I real?
Am I?
Was I?

Or, was I the dream
hidden in a place removed from
everything?

--2011/03/12
photo courtesy Suzen Juel

Dreaming of you

Dream I now of holding close
the warmth I've drempt of times forgotten
Feel I now the skin so supple
drown me with a heady joy

Think I now of words so tender
spoken with a voice so true
holding in my mind, the image
Dream I now of holding you

2011/03/12

Mutual

Dreams she now of touch so kind
Thoughts of him she left behind
Would she now be lost in thought
with all her dreams been gone to naught

Thinks he now of finger's touch
Warm embrace and spirit's rush
Lost to her, the feeling dead
Her image fills his lonely head

Lover's quarrel and wreckage left
Left adrift and, so, bereft
Isolation thrust upon
by thoughts, sincere, that love is gone

20110129 (image by xkcd)

Magic

through a veil of magic
a world unfolds
beyond the veil
so much untold
...
images form
out of the mist
imagination
gently kissed
thoughts reborn
forgotten, missed,
step through the veil
spirits blissed
welcomed warmly
dispelling wist

I feel them near
I hope, I pray
they do not fade
no, not today
they'll warm my heart
on winters day
and fill my heart,
hold fear at bay

Oh, are you there?
Please, do you hear?
these images
I hold so clear

thoughts and shadows
on which I glance
fear them fleeing,
taking chance
reach to touch them
feel them dance
before they're gone,
past circumstance

2010/12/11

Image courtesy of Suzen Juel

having been

thoughts meander, images collide
memories wander, feelings flow
thinking of your touch, your smile, your eyes
aware that they are thoughts
and images
and memories
and feelings
... and not you.

reaching out, touching as ships pass in the night
thinking, hoping to pass again

realizing futility

and understanding
no more to be

longing
is what remains