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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Saturday, November 27, 2004

 

Yesterday was amazing. I don't remember the last time I've been so happy (but there's a good chance it was at St. Marks.)

It's incredible how such little things go so far. Holding hands in the park. Cuddling. Kisses... Falling asleep in his arms, waking up thinking I had another cruel dream where I believe he's there and he's not... Only to find that it was really him. The Boy I spent so much time dreaming about was wrapped around me, still asleep.

This was very comforting to me... just the entire event in general... He touched me as if I was still his, he held me as if I had only ever been his, and he kissed me as if it were impossible for me to be anyone else's. I feel innocent and pure when he holds me. I feel... like me. If it wasn't me that reclaimed my skin, it was him. I love it that it doesn't phase him, it doesn't change anything, that I could keep my mind off of it for most all of the day.

This could be heaven right here on earth.

I love you |8:50 AM