I have traveled
my whole life
to be this far from you
Moments
have passed by
like the miles
that lie between us
The wind
has carried you
my nameless name
© Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
(November 4, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)
Walking...
somehow...
trying
to move on
trying
to walk
forward
trying
to move
ahead
these days
hold
no joy
for me
for
I am
alone
again
and I am
struggling...
really struggling
just
to breathe.
© Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
(December 10th, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)
horizon hides many ships
sailing unforseen weather
your boat is your shore
© Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
(December 17th, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)
sharpness lingers on
slicing into reflections
man cannot recall
netteté s'attarde sur
tranchage en réflexions
l'homme ne se rappelle pas
© Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
(December 17th, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)
sharpness lingers on
slicing into reflections
man cannot recall
netteté s'attarde sur
tranchage en réflexions
l'homme ne se rappelle pas
© Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
(December 17th, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)
arcs of light shadows
may appear for a short while
humming quietly
dancing inside small circles
they appear and then are gone
arcs d'ombres de lumière
peuvent apparaître pendant une courte période
fredonner tranquillement
danse à l'intérieur de petits cercles
elles apparaissent puis disparaissent
© Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
(December 17th, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)
white pieces on blue
from right to left they fly free
sun slides down to earth
© Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
(December 17th, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)
holiday's circle
bright colorful traditions
emptiness inside
© Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
(December 16th, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)
winter lies quietly
waiting anxiously for spring
autumn leaves her mind
© Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
(December 16th, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)
years are standing still
treelines in my quiet mind
seasons gently pass
© Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
(December 16th, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)
In the end
I know
that I loved deeply...
and in the end
I was forced to let go
and someday
I will know why...
Maybe not today...
but someday
I will know why
All is pain and circumstance
love and words of war
How many days
can I go on bleeding?
How many days
can I force myself
to simply go on breathing?
Some days this pain
seems almost
to much
to bear
© Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
(December 16th, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)
These past months
have been racing
swiftly racing
toward the dawning
of a new year
The ending of the old
The starting of the new
Nostalgia on the left
Rightous possibilities
abound for hearts to hear
© Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
(December 12th, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)
I am not afraid of dying,
I am afraid of having to wonder
if I have lived
I am not afraid of living,
I am afraid of the possibility
of living without love
When shall I know my fate?
Will it be on this side, or the other side
of Heaven's pearly gates?
© Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
(December 12th, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)
There is only one way to see things...
with an open mind and heart
There is only one way to feel things...
with an open mind and heart
There is only one way to listen...
with an open mind and heart
There is only one way to live...
with an open mind and heart
There is only one way to love...
with an open mind and soul
© Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
(December 12th, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)
I must hold on to the idea
of goodness in the world
For it is the only thing
keeping me out of the abyss
There are those
who would love to see me fall
But my heart and my hands
hold my destiny
It is not for others
to decide my fate
It is up to me
To hold on
© Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
(December 12th, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)
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