If I had met you in another age, when time flowed more slowly and solemnly,
I would have written your name in vivid ink, on parchment that preserves eternally,
I would have escaped to secret libraries, where silence embraces stories,
On the margins of old volumes, I would have laid down my devotion.
But here we are, in this age of screens that silently shine,
Where affections are mute, yet my soul recognizes your rhythm,
Even now, when the cold light surrounds us like a foreign mist,
The bond between us transcends time, a secret dance of hearts.
In the flow of thoughts, I feel how time trickles like a quiet river,
Every moment with you is an eternity engraved in pure gold,
The world seems to forget the magic of words written on old parchments,
But we find each other, two souls traveling through endless ages.
Even in this century of technology and pointless noise,
Our souls meet, vibrating at the same eternal frequency,
Love and devotion are not bound by time or fleeting form,
But by that deep connection that finds its way to the light.
You ask what remains after emotions have flowed like sand through an hourglass?
Just a pair of eyes that now look only to see,
not to feel, not to remember the echo of yesterday,
without a trace of the past, without the outline of the future, just the suspended moment.
A tongue dried of words, not of silence, but of the absence of anything left to say,
a void where once flowed stories and unknown whispers.
A heart that once raced with thoughts, sometimes too fast, sometimes painfully slow,
now beats in a monotonous rhythm, like a tired clock, not to feel, but to survive,
a mechanism silently fulfilling its routine, without the passion that once defined it.
And the soul? Perhaps it's locked away somewhere, though the key still rests in my hand,
but the cage has become a comfortable refuge, for what was needed
to live beyond it... no longer exists now.
A space where once dreams danced freely, now only shadows fall,
for all that was once alive and vibrant has retreated into the silent depths of being,
leaving behind only a long-forgotten melody that reverberates in the silence of the heart.
I remember,I remember when the river flowed,
I remember,I recall when my soul floated,
With every flow,
Don't fall,remember the river,
Don't drown,remember it flowed,
Don't die,remember it cleansed,
Flow me away river,gently down your path,
Gently down your stream,
Numb the poison that sinks with every flow,
I remember,I remember when the flowers withered,
Flow away this winter,this winter that withers,
With every flow,
I remember the boat,my boat in that winter,
Rickety boat,Rickety by that winter,
But I remember,I remember the river flowed,
Don't fall,remember the river,
Don't drown,remember it flowed,
Don't die,remember it cleansed,
River, 'O' river you manned the station,
Guiding the boat gently through,
Numbing the poison brought by that winter,
For I remember,I remember when you flowed,
I remember,I recall when you floated my soul,
With every flow,you saved,from the poison,from that winter,
I shall not fall from the boat,you flow,
I shall not drown, you float,
I shall not die,you save,
I remember,I remember when you flowed,
I remember,I recall when I floated,
With every flow you saved me from the poison and that winter.
© 2011 (Jim Sularz)
(Dedicated to my Brother-in-Law: William L. Browne III (1959-2011)
who drowned in the Colorado River when visting family and friends
on a fishing trip. Bill was found 4 months later.)
Let it be known, in memoriam, that he is loved.
And any earthly bonds that shaped his soul,
is now a wide river flowing,
to a distant Heaven bestowed.
He could have walked a much longer path,
and would have paused again, with a hearty laugh.
But, when the river flowed, when the river flowed,
– it marked this hour, for him to go.
Don’t cry for him, with welling tears upset,
but celebrate his fulfilled years, instead.
When the river flowed, when the river flowed,
- it moved his gift of life ahead.
For loving sons, family, friends and beloved wife,
he leaves cherished memories, a faithful man’s insight.
And when the river flowed, when the river flowed,
- it moved him gently, to Everlasting Life!
The worst thing you can do is break a heart
Memories shared suddenly turn dull
A head filled with confusion and many thoughts
Nothing seems right or fits in place
Wishing it was all a dream but it lingers over your head
Trust once there now gone no way to be what it once was
The pain seeps in making a person more on guard always keeping their wall up
To restrain from attatching and catching feelings
Nothing could be worse than when you do it
The feel of blame for which you placed on yourself
Never break what holds happiness together
For without it nothing will ever replace the piece that's missing
I am nothing without my better half I need both halves to be complete
Private rustic dwelling ancient orchard
Leg of lamb with apricots and raisins
Saffron rice salad walnut oil dressing
Ambergris fragrance stroked his cheek
Long dress white linen steam pressed
Pristine white card Dark suit bodyguard
Highly polished rosewood dining table
Red stripes of traffic lights in the night
Spoon twirling fettuccini around his fork
Windows looking out onto the city lights
Walls covered with cabinets of books
Cosy cuddles piles of crushed clothing
Midsummer bonfire white-hot energy
Skin glistening sweat traced a circle.
The hair flowed off my face
On a windy day
Screaming of hope
As I blew over
I was rescued
Who are you?
You who saved my breaking spirit
Will you be there
As I fall apart?
Waiting to put me
Back on my feet
Touching the ground
Safely
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