Eventide

•September 14, 2018 • Leave a Comment
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At the water’s edge
We breathe our last goodbyes
And heave a heavy sigh
Sublime this place in time

Beneath the dying light
We pay our last respects
And shoulder vast regrets –
‘remember things we can’t forget

A bridge of sighs
Sweet lullabies
Stars that rise at eventide
We collude and we collide

Don’t lose your faith in time this time

At the water’s edge
We find we’re all alone
Longing to be home
A place we’ve never known

A web of dreams
Of evergreens
Of candlelight
Of mystery
Of beauty in asymmetry

Don’t lose your faith in me

A bridge of sighs
Sweet lullabies
Stars that rise at eventide
We collude and we collide

Don’t lose your faith in time this time

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The Quiet Game

•January 24, 2018 • Leave a Comment

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’round and ’round
we turn alone
together to a place we’ve never known

… and call it home

just like birds
our thoughts alight
on threads so fine ’til startled into flight

and we think
and we feel
and we tremble at times
but don’t talk at all

Black & White

•October 16, 2017 • Leave a Comment

Earlier this week, a friend of mine challenged me to take a picture in black & white every day for a week. The fun bit was you had to post with no explanation as to what or why it was photographed.
It was fortuitous because I had just gotten the TinType app on my iPhone, which simulates daguerreotypes, tintypes, and other photographic processes that are over a century old now.
Nothing award-winning here, but interesting enough to share.

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Ellipsis (Drive to the Rain)

•September 1, 2017 • Leave a Comment

if we get a chance
we’ll get out of this place,
‘hop in my car
and drive to the rain

Make a Wish

•August 4, 2017 • Leave a Comment

Lines are Down

•July 26, 2017 • Leave a Comment

Stretch

•March 1, 2017 • Leave a Comment

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it’s been too long
we’ve been aching for days
to reach back into light
and stretch our legs

we’re all running in place
stand still and it’s plain to see
if only for moment
we believe we are free

it’s been too long
since we stretched for the light
it’s been too long
since we took root in flight

and if we cry, we cry
and talk among the trees
whispering softly
with the promise of spring

we’re all running in place
it’s all plain to see
pretending to stand still
believing we’re free

but it’s been too long
since we stretched for the light
it’s been too long
so we yawn …
and stretch for a fight

 
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