Sunday, February 11, 2018

The feelings that hurt...

The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd - The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are.

Fernando Pessoa

Sunday, January 14, 2018

I miss you ...

I miss you dear one
I miss your words 
I miss our friendship
I never meant to hurt you
I am sorry 
I love you as a friend 
Life seems empty and pointless
without you in my world...

For you C.B. my dearest friend. xoxo

Saturday, December 23, 2017

What was this world...

What was this world 
before I knew you were inside it?
Did I know, always, 
before confirmation came,
did I feel you 
like a phantom limb, 
an ache across the darkness 
I couldn't see beyond, 
did I wake in the nights, 
sit up straight 
to the lack I knew you'd fill?
Was this an intuition 
born into me, 
did I always know the spin 
of the soil below me 
when you were away, 
the slow when you came near? 
How did you make me forget, 
or was it always us 
orbiting around one another 
waiting to begin again, 
each time waiting 
to understand. 

Tyler Knott Gregson
For my dearest friend C.B.
Can you please still be my friend?
Your friendship is precious to me.

Wednesday, December 20, 2017

I Wonder...

"I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again."

Lewis Carroll,
Alice's Adventures in Wonderland &
Through the Looking-Glass

For my dearest friend C.B .
How wonderful to experience the beauty of snow in Winter! The grass and leaves laden with frost or white snow! The air cool and fresh...
It is so hot here in the Southern Hemisphere, 37'C here today, south of Sydney,  unbearably hot!

Saturday, December 9, 2017

I will stand here, patient

I will stand here,
patient, under new trees
that flower over old bones,
and wait for you to come
to me.
I will walk there,
slowly and listen to stories
of last words spoken
to first loves,
as my feet float over them
on my way to you.
Maybe here,
they will whisper to us, 
maybe here, they are laid out
like a xylophone for our feet
to gently play.
Years from this night,
when the rains have gone
and the chimes are still and quiet,
under new blooms those old ghosts
will tell new stories, our story,
and our love will haunt them.
We are everything,
and we have always been.

Tyler Knott Gregson.
For my dear friend C.B.
I found this poem on Instagram 
and thought you might enjoy it. 

Monday, November 13, 2017

The Meadow (New Moon)

From the film Twilight
For dear C.B.

Friday, November 3, 2017

From Dandelion Wine ...

"Oh, the luxury of lying in the fern night and the grass night and the night of the susurrant, slumberous voices weaving the night together."

Ray Bradbury
For my dear friend C.B.