whole

sometimes
the things that make us
whole
are the things we do

when life tries to tear us
apart

our room

just a room
full of cushions
thick with comfort
and warmth

surrounded by walls
padded with books
full of knowledge
and hope

windows stream light
that combs through
our hair

searching for our secret thoughts

we cuddle close
to each other
deep under the spell
of our whispered voices

sharing the
ideas
of people
who were never
there

learning about
each other
in the reactions
of the past

rewriting the future to-gether

(grow)

remembering

remember the times
when the sun shone bright
on our faces

warming our bodies
as our hearts beat strong

remember the days
when there was no schedules
to be obeyed

causing time to pause
as we explored the world

remember the moments
when tears came
so swiftly into view

only to dry quickly in the
creases of a smile

pause
and remember
the warmth that was

to carry us through
the cold that surrounds us

as we go trudging on

(remember)

ghost selves

i saw a ghost
of who you were

and smiled inside of myself

i felt the presence
of long ago silliness

and yearned for freedom again

when days were light

and filled with feeling

and  time was on our side

(remember)


audio version here:  https://soundcloud.com/jamison99/ghost-selves

photographer: rodney smith
more of his work here: http://limitlessmindgames.blogspot.com/2013/01/rodney-smith-photography.html

a winter's sleep

watching you sleep
from afar
wanting to cuddle in
and keep you warm

in this unnatural coldness

will my words
be the only caress i'll ever give?

will my letters
be the only thing you ever touch?

will the hope
in my heart
last as long as the days
we are separated

or vanish in the chill of the night

stay warm,
dearest companion
breathe deep
the life that surrounds you

walk strong along
all the winter
roads

until i hold you again

(sleep)

winter sketch

spiny veins of trees raking through the empty sky
why does it have to be so cold?
orange barely showing far from my eyes
why does the road slip from my feet?
defying me to track what i was
and what i'll be
in the stilled seas of the night

#myownpictures