pleasant lyrics

"If you take [a copy of] the Christian Bible and put it out in the wind and the rain, soon the paper on which the words are printed will disintegrate and the words will be gone. Our bible IS the wind and the rain." Herbalist Carol McGrath as told to her by a Native-American woman.

Sunday, June 3, 2012

the mind boggles

when I haven't seen you, I miss that which isn't and wasn't
it's that I knew there might be something (is it?)
never something attainable though (or may it have been?)

unknown isn't unattainable, just waiting backstage
strange to think stranger things have happened

so normal now, why did the day keep going and how did the day not know -
not that knowing would have helped her, or him - perhaps just the way home

when home is a feeling, where's the front door and the path that leads to it
why can I hear you knocking when you never answer and how do I fix the front step

its creak is irregular and constant


2 comments:

  1. This is lovely, very lovely Thomas.

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  2. It is a restless moment.
    She has kept her head lowered,
    to give him a chance to come closer.
    But he could not, for lack of courage.
    She turns and walks away.

    That era has passed.
    Nothing that belonged to it exists any more.

    He remembers those vanished years.
    As though looking through a dusty window pane,
    the past is something he could see, but not touch.
    And everything he sees is blurred and indistinct.

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