Your presence is a mirror, taut and round, a love letter from a time I can’t recall, so much of me, it’s hardly there at all, the surface of a depth far more profound than space. You are the wind with which I run, the movement in the sky, that which I breath, the essence of the soul that I believe conjoins us all, the shining of the sun without being the sun itself. Mute voice reciting all the poetry I write, inverse dark matter cradling me in light. We look into each other and rejoice. We never knew that we would find a twin. We reach our arms out and then step within.
Finally got the last edits done to allow my latest poetry and painting book ‘My Next Breath’ to be available in Kindle as well as in print.
Here’s the link to the books page on my website which will show you all the books without having to hunt them down on Amazon – or you can just search for me on Amazon if you wish. I’ll be ordering physical copies soon for the studio so let me know if you’d like a signed copy directly from me.
Some things just fall out of the end of the pen…..
When I’m dead
You’ll be the first I’ll visit when I’m dead.
I guess that you’ll be waiting there for me
and we can say all that we’ve left unsaid
about things that were never meant to be.
You’ll get the joke I never did tell right,
unless we’re in a place jokes can’t be told.
You’ll know that fuss I made was not a fight,
and love that would have stayed as we grow old –
because it did, despite lives that diverged
for reasons that need never be explained.
Each time I thought of death, my feelings surged
that it would be when I see you again.
You’ll be the first I’ll visit when I’m through
and then you’ll know I wrote this one for you.