My name is Casey

Like Most Revelations

It is the movement that incites the form,
discovered as a downward rapture--yes,
it is the movement that delights the form,
sustained by its own velocity.And yet

it is the movement that delays the form
while darkness slows and encumbers; in fact
it is the movement that betrays the form,
baffled in such toils of ease, until

it is the movement that deceives the form,
beguiling our attention--we supposed
it is the movement that achieves the form.
Were we mistaken? What does it matter if

it is the movement that negates the form?
Even though we give (give up) ourselves
to this mortal process of continuing,
it is the movement that creates the form.

Richard Howard


You turn to me with frozen lips
Your hands are icy cold
Your eyes burn bright against the frostbit sky
You never seemed more lovely than you do tonight
Pale on the horizon,
Like leaves frozen on the snow
Our two shadows merge inseperably
And time stands still as its pierced with cold

The more I live
The more I know
What's simple is true
I love you

There's a warmth in my heart
That haunts me when you're gone
Mend me to your side,
Never let go
So time knows nothing
We'll never grow cold
The more I live
The more I know
What's simple is true
I love you
Twilight descends on our silhouette
How soon spring comes
How soon spring forgets
I wanna hold time, say it'll never begin
Old man winter, be our friend
Old man winter, be our friend
The more I live
The more I know
What's simple is true
What's simple is true
I love you
I love you

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Sunday, October 10, 2004

 

Sleepless
by Sarah Teasdale

If I could have your arms tonight-
But half the world and the broken sea
Lie between you and me.
The autumn rain reverberates in the courtyard,
Beating all night against the barren stone,
The sound of useless rain in the desolate courtyard
Makes me more alone.
If you were here, if you were only here-
My blood cries out to you all night in vain
As sleepless as the rain.

hmmm.. dangerous things happen when i go to poetry archives and hit the "random poem" button.

It seems that when I am feeling something and lacking words to say it, the words of someone else find me.

It rained here, and i listened to it pour outside of my window for ages with the windows open and the blankets wrapped tight around my body.

the smell of the rain, the rhythm of the drops upon the ground, the warmth of my blankets... it only made me long more for him. somehow, though, somehow... knowing that the rain was falling outside of his window, and outside of mine, and that the drops that fell upon my face were of the same family of those that fell on his... somehow that brings to me a sense of completeness; a definite bond.there is a circle of nature which must include him and me... that which is finite and extant... that which i know and can touch... the tangible, the palpable... all of that exists with us in mind.

and we exist with the infinite, the intangible, the ideallic in mind... and our existance will strive to make that the finite, the tangible, the real...

there is no doubt in my mind what i feel, no fear in the actions i take, no regret for the actions i've taken.

:deep breath: and a return to my reality...

I love you |9:58 PM