Even if I don’t see it again — nor ever feel it
I know it is — and that if once it hailed me
it ever does —
And so it is myself I want to turn in that direction
not as towards a place, but it was a tilting
as one turns a mirror to flash the light to where
it isn’t — I was blinded like that — and swam
in what shone at me
only able to endure it by being no one and so
specifically myself I thought I’d die
from being loved like that.
Sex is good . Love is better . Both together are perfect
Distant city lights illuminating clouds during a fifteen minute exposure. Loch Lomond. Scotland
It’s hard to find peace…
…when your mind is a battlefield!
Artist: Darko Topalski
Vitae Summa Brevis Spem Nos Vetat Incohare Longam
They are not long, the weeping and the laughter,
Love and desire and hate;
I think they have no portion in us after
We pass the gate.
They are not long, the days of wine and roses:
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes
Within a dream.
© Ravenous Souls 2013 All Rights Reserved.
Artist: Winter Tree Painting by John Townes
Words are the stranded foam the sea-winds blew,
Or bloom-snow falling in the springing weeks;
Unless the character of him who speaks
Stand out, behind the words, as good and true!
Words are but feathers, bright or black or grey,
Upon the small winds’ fingers borne and lost;
But actions are the great rocks—tempest cross’d,
Though fretted by a million storms, they stay.