My talented and introspective friend Christian wrote me a poem. Did I tell you I have a weakness for poetry? I've mentioned him previously here and his site is my first link down to the left here on the page. He really has a radiant soul and I cried, not only because the poetry is so graceful but because secretly I've always hoped that he would use me for inspiration. What I like most is how he took a low moment and turned it into something beautiful. Which is exactly what we're trying to do with our life here.
Enjoy. And thank you, Chris.
Bridget and Jacob
He is not the answer
she thought
But she
was always the question
an unfinished sentence
lying on the tip of the tongue
inches from articulation
and a million miles
beyond explanations
In an embrace made by one for two
they slid down the wall
Dissolved to
mercury liquid dissolution
seen running
a silver shining across the floor
beneath the closed doors of misinterpretations
shying away from disinclination
Together,
they flowed into the predawn morning
surged upon the lawn
and waited for day
Within me
I will find you
he whisper sang
to her eyes
avoiding the falling stars
and runaway cars
careening from her lips
And I will run
she cried
as she was always running
Away from
and straight into
a shifting desire
for softer days
when the pain
was not so keen
not so enticing
all consuming
Nothing is forever
she told him
and kissed his fear
and lost boy smile
But she was wrong
As the sun struck them
they melded together
a silver disc in the shape of Gods eye
Fused
no longer confused
A script of passion running
round the rim of their skin
A history
written in need
A medallion to continuance
beyond the raw nerve touch
of the past
