‘How do I redirect adoration and devotion?
How do I cancel commitment and constance?
Will I be able to breathe when oxygen is denied?
Will I still feel the fire if the flame is extinguished?
Where will inspiration come from if not intensity of emotion?’
This is my favorite verse. It perfectly poses the questions of what will come of loves bounty should its object no longer exist. Every line of this is perfect.
‘Who holds these secrets, who is the keeper of the keys?
For what feels like forever, I have believed it was you ...’
The childlike sincerity of this line has made me smile, every time I’ve read it.
'Only your voice could ever compete with their calming constance.'
'Not even the summer solstice captivated me as much as you in
perpetual motion, leaving me as awestruck as I was by the ocean.'
As many days as I’ve spent on the ocean, as many times as I’ve been in love…I’ve never experienced the two together. So, you’re saying it’s nice, huh?
'I've no grasp beyond gratuity, no such securities of self preservation.
Like shooting stars and the sustaining rain ... I only know how to fall.'
To quote one of my least favorites of your expressions *W* …’moth anthem’
'This time I fell the farthest for the beauty of the ocean's blue ...
most of all, I took the fall for the brilliant blues hidden in the hues of you.'
This line kind of has a treasure hunt feel to it that I love and that I think represents the whole of your experience. Knowing there was treasure to find but still so unprepared for the enormity of its power and beauty. And of course, without a clue how you’ll ever live without it…again.
It was a great summer, huh?
(You know, distilled this works out to 427 poems!)
Love it when your heart talks Jams.
[This message has been edited by Duncan (01-31-2003 01:00 PM).]