When love beckons to you follow him
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden.
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you
Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Khalil Gibran The Prophet
Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Khalil Gibran The Prophet
The cold frost of your silence
chills the air through my nostrils
But what really bites, is the ice
of uncaring.
Did you wonder what became of us?
Did it cross your wandering mind?
Whether my warm breath still melted
morning dew upon the chill you left
inside my heart?
chills the air through my nostrils
But what really bites, is the ice
of uncaring.
Did you wonder what became of us?
Did it cross your wandering mind?
Whether my warm breath still melted
morning dew upon the chill you left
inside my heart?
The glisten of your deep sea eyes,
and yet,
they tell me nothing.
The ecstasy of your silken skin,
and yet,
I’m numb to the touch.
The focused strength within your limbs,
and yet,
they won’t trip a little dance with me.
and yet,
they tell me nothing.
The ecstasy of your silken skin,
and yet,
I’m numb to the touch.
The focused strength within your limbs,
and yet,
they won’t trip a little dance with me.
From the beginning you were too afraid to stay, to jump, to dare
and yet, you beguiled me with your eyes.
I was afraid to love you, to trust you, to let myself go with you,
But I listened to your lake-like voice, and fell
in.
Drowning, drowning, I am floating, I said.
Let us swim together, I said.
I can’t swim, I said,
save me. I begged.
and yet, you beguiled me with your eyes.
I was afraid to love you, to trust you, to let myself go with you,
But I listened to your lake-like voice, and fell
in.
Drowning, drowning, I am floating, I said.
Let us swim together, I said.
I can’t swim, I said,
save me. I begged.
odio et amo. quare id faciam fortasse requiris?
nescio. sed fieri sentio et excrucior.
Catullus LXXXV
well since it's here
sunlight on the leaves of trees
footsteps treading on soil
broccoli
the silhouettes of wisteria blooms against the blue sky
the warmth of a home made unleaven bread
Brahms' intermezzo in a flat major for piano
the scent and coolness of a damp pine forest
This page is under development
Contributions welcomed
Contributions welcomed
