in the between
Monday, March 14, 2005
Give away the stone
Let the oceans take and transmutate this cold and fated anchor
Give away the stone
Let the waters kiss and transmutate these leaden grudges into gold
Let go
Thursday, May 06, 2004
In number, there is one for every life which ever was, or ever will be. And like most lives, they wait for a moment, the moment, when it will be sent on its journey back toward the yellow sun.
Approaching the sun brings definitive change.
It will never again be the same.
Appearing in our skies, it is believed to be a prophecy of extraordinary events.
The birth of kings.
The death of empires.
After centuries, or millennia, the journey must end.
Perhaps smothered by its own dust, the dark, soulless body continues eternally through space and time.
It may disintegrate and crumble into inconsequential rubble.
Or it may be lost forever, crashing, burning, into the yellow sun.
And as I look into the sky and it looks back on me, I want to know, which am I? I need to know. Is this the beginning of a journey --- or the end?
Wednesday, April 07, 2004
When I saw you I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew.