Oblivion’s Edge

Staring over oblivion’s edge
Ancient dreams echo back
Taunting me from the mists,
Warbling amongst fir and cedar
Known, yet unseen, untouched.
Once the sun awakens and life’s
Raucous, boisterous clamor
Silences the challenge, peace
Returns.

What is it to age?

Years go past, as they’re want to do.

I shall not despair time’s price.

Yet, though I may age, I refuse to whither,

And not go quietly into the goodnight.

No, I shall boisterously proclaim

My presence, embracing the love

Surrounding me. Grasping the

Blessedness of existence, of life.

Gulfs and Such

Upon the edge I sit,
Staring across
A gulf of white,
Brutal, bitter, cold
Sings it’s song
Of death and delight.
And I know, within
My being’s depths
That the path across
Is life, vigorous and true,
Fully, finally alive.

Thoughts on Relationships

One key goal for us,
Remove the drainers of joy,
And replace with love.

Technology And…

Glorious blinking lights full
Of potential and power
Yet, sunlit live wins.

Guides for Love

There are the songs
Step by step guides
Pour amore. Formulaic
Algorithms, hearts,
Just simple functions.

Human hearts don’t
Work that way. 
Intense complexities.
Love’s quest often
Maddeningly murky.

Love entails risk
Confessing our 
Passion, perhaps
Unreturned. Painfully
Raw moments.

Reflections

Into myself I dive
Collapsing my life
Into a single
Moment, everything
Becomes clear, but then
Fades beyond my grasp.