Wisdom from the Ages

I will have poetry in my life. And adventure. And love. Love above all. No... not the artful postures of love, not playful and poetical games of love for the amusement of an evening, but love that... over-throws life. Unbiddable, ungovernable - like a riot in the heart, and nothing to be done, come ruin or rapture.

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Little Things.

Little things.

I think it's the same with people.
I see in them little details,
so specific to each other,

that move me, and that I miss, and...

will always miss.

You can never replace anyone,

because everyone is made of such
beautiful specific details.

Like I remember the way...

your beard has a little
bit of red in it.

And how the sun was
making it glow that...

that morning, right before you left.

I remember that, and...

I missed it!

(from Before Sunset)

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