Upstate, New York
When she’s gone I can hear songs
Ringing... hers are the strongest,
The most true, the most full
Of possibility and wonder
That I ponder what the
World sounded like
Before her voice
Took flight
Within
My
Soul...
Vibrating the heavens
Like an angel does
When she opens
Her wings and
Wraps them
So tightly
Around
My
Heart...
This is the essence
Of pure legend
In my book,
And all it
Took
Was her.
JD
New York, NY
A day so crisp it might shatter...
A puff of white on a blue that matters...
A ripple of brown across a river chatters,
Speaking a language that transcends
Thought and manifests as it bends
Through time and around your
Mind, giving us a glimpse of
Something so much bigger
On the other side
Of morning.
Exploring this space...
Reveling in place...
In due time,
My son.
JD
Portland, Maine
Here comes
The wave again...
Rising up,
Washing over,
Pulling under - way
Deep down into the
Darkest space
Between -
Coolest water
Of waking
Dreams.
Her face
On the faces
Of his rolling tide,
Haunted by the moon
And its waning size,
A symbol of Love’s
Ethereal cycle...
Nothing
Lasts forever -
The more beautiful,
The more fragile - and
The waves carry the
Pieces dutifully
Out to sea...
Can you see?
Do you see me
In the deepest of
Water?
A little deeper...
A little farther...
Drowning
In you.
JD