"From silence we rise to silence we fall / Silence between is solace after all"
Silence Between
I learned and remember Desire comes to nothing In May or December Desire is suffering
I wash my clothes out in the sink And I Hang them on the apricot tree To dry
Under the cold clear winter sun I read and write I pray and think Cook a bowl of brown rice each day My heart belongs to everyone Yet no one and find this my way To live in solidarity With all the world when day is done
Alone With my cat I craft poetry Unknown But by a certain chosen few As I agree and disagree With everyone and none so you Can be with me yet still be free
No one belongs to anyone
I fast And yet I feast upon the universe My life could be no better and no worse At last
I learned I remember Desire comes to nothing In May or December Desire is suffering
From silence we rise to silence we fall Silence between is solace after all
This is almost phrophetic in it's nature and Steve I think it is one of your better works, though man does not hibernate, I sometimes wonder if he would be better off if he could just slink into a deep dark slumber after the festiviities of Christmas were over,
A beautifully paced love song, Steven. I am quite taken with your rhythyms... God, I hate that word, I mispell it all the time! I did it again, didn't I! Or, did I mean to 'misspell'? :)
You have a lustrous spirit, SCurtis. Not all that glitters is gold. There are other chemistries to be adored, copper, is one... Silver sheens with unobtusive beauty, but, earth tones always win over speciousness. I think you are energized clay... speckled and bespattered with life, an agregate of forgiveness.
But, that's just me, a little wine-drunk, imagining worlds beyond our beyonds, because of your words...
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You have a lustrous spirit, SCurtis. Not all that glitters is gold. There are other chemistries to be adored, copper, is one... Silver sheens with unobtusive beauty, but, earth tones always win over speciousness. I think you are energized clay... speckled and bespattered with life, an agregate of forgiveness.
But, that's just me, a little wine-drunk, imagining worlds beyond our beyonds, because of your words...
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen