Drawn back to the café my friend smiles, welcoming. And I am reminded of those who trust in the thread of tangibility that defines my life line. Who take what I cannot see and reflect with angles, subtle and unexpected, the nature of my presence on their path.
Tag: Fran Cairns
Crazy it feels
Crazy it feels, as if we seek the same yet for you… from this man… for another And I? I would be with you. Feel you feel me then ache as you turn away again.. Talking concessions, Grieving already the limitations you’re finding. For whose sake? this compromise, this complicity of hearts. And mine? Too … Continue reading Crazy it feels
Weighing the words
Weighing the words I might whisper into the darkness would I measure their worth on scales of time, of depth, of intensity? Or would their very weightlessness set the measure of the freedom that has graced my soul with your presence.