The two trees had been there longer than the man, many years longer, but the man felt that they had stretched towards each other just for him… long ragged branches seeking out comfort in the nearness of the other in the cold winter gloom. The man watched them through the window with a yearning for another, wishing he had branches that could stretch across an ocean. but the trees did not care for anyone else’s longing. They knew only of the solace in their own embrace.

The two trees had been there longer than the man, many years longer, but the man felt that they had stretched towards each other just for him… long ragged branches seeking out comfort in the nearness of the other in the cold winter gloom. The man watched them through the window with a yearning for another, wishing he had branches that could stretch across an ocean. but the trees did not care for anyone else’s longing. They knew only of the solace in their own embrace.

By The Sea.

You hang and sit by the sea.
The salt and the sand scent
cling to the elbow, arm hand.
A prisoner of time and art
hearken back to the day
when you were free, yet captured
a moment in eternity for
all to see. 

 
Shared with the world
seven or seventeen at a time
hidden in plain view for all
who wish to encounter.
He who loved you so to
share you with eternity.

 
The grace and symmetry, 
shared through the eyes.
There his love was swallowed
drifted and floated in the 
undulation of her eyes, hidden there
was the most sensitive girl.
The most beautiful woman.
The amazing being that made his love
sit up and stole his attention,
never to return it but with 
her affection. 

 
There she sits and hangs
a testament to a passion
of the moment frozen in 
the sea and the breeze.
Smell of salt on the
tongue and crisp feel of 
grains of sand aloft
strewn amongst her 
long red hair.

 
Timeless she spreads
the tale of their love
voiceless in imagination. 
Only a whisper of the story
in your imagination.

By The Sea.


You hang and sit by the sea.
The salt and the sand scent
cling to the elbow, arm hand.
A prisoner of time and art
hearken back to the day
when you were free, yet captured
a moment in eternity for
all to see. 

 

Shared with the world
seven or seventeen at a time
hidden in plain view for all
who wish to encounter.
He who loved you so to
share you with eternity.

 

The grace and symmetry, 
shared through the eyes.
There his love was swallowed
drifted and floated in the 
undulation of her eyes, hidden there
was the most sensitive girl.
The most beautiful woman.
The amazing being that made his love
sit up and stole his attention,
never to return it but with 
her affection. 

 

There she sits and hangs
a testament to a passion
of the moment frozen in 
the sea and the breeze.
Smell of salt on the
tongue and crisp feel of 
grains of sand aloft
strewn amongst her 
long red hair.

 

Timeless she spreads
the tale of their love
voiceless in imagination. 
Only a whisper of the story
in your imagination.
 
Gone

The leaves were gone like
You were gone.
The house was always colder than the chill of the outside
even in the sun bathed windows of the late fall.
You took the warmth with you 
the warmth in me 
and in the world. 
The blue chill of life echoed though the rooms 
my head and heart.
Impermanent condition
at the end of the road
of my rope and wits at their own ends.
Everything at an end
save for the winter beginning.
The cold wash of the face heading 
for the renewal at spring.
Hope eternal upon your return.

Gone
The leaves were gone like
You were gone.
The house was always colder than the chill of the outside
even in the sun bathed windows of the late fall.
You took the warmth with you 
the warmth in me 
and in the world. 
The blue chill of life echoed though the rooms 
my head and heart.
Impermanent condition
at the end of the road
of my rope and wits at their own ends.
Everything at an end
save for the winter beginning.
The cold wash of the face heading 
for the renewal at spring.
Hope eternal upon your return.