birth
thinking of my mother on my birthday. inevitable. though i try to tiptoe around it, she gets me at the heart. and i try to create a conflict so as to get in touch with my true feelings, cause my mind won't let me otherwise.
i don't need a picture of you
to know you
to remember you
you left me here standing alone
on this island
on the edge of the waters
you knew i couldn't cross to follow
you hear me crying
but you won't come back
i wish i could cross the divide
if only with my fingertips
i don't need a picture of you
to know you
to remember you
you left me here standing alone
on this island
on the edge of the waters
you knew i couldn't cross to follow
you hear me crying
but you won't come back
i wish i could cross the divide
if only with my fingertips
posted by marinkel at 2:22 PM
3 Comments:
hmm, i empathize. my sentiments:
The silence that is in his life
Is not a calm residing beneath
The pillar that stands in sandstorms
Shows only pitted flesh on the inside
The serenity that others sense
Are only moments at the end of
Contemplation and before self admonition
There is a hollow work of faith
Still bound to an inherited hope and
Dearly afraid of eventual abandonment
As always, wonderful photos.
V
Encore merci.
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