Saturday, June 25, 2016

Larger trees/tears

Large, the trees are looming,
Looking gravely at the sight of our demise,
Compromising not with beings that devise
Ways to kill off all that walks and breaths and thinks...

Grave, the trees are looking,
Listening close to a handful of humans, thinking loud
And talking about what the weird runes on paper
(paper made of larger trees in larger lands with larger tears?)
Might advise or say or teach or help create awareness...

Large, the trees are sighing:
Do they already know what we, small creatures down below,
Have so much difficulty bringing to our grave little minds?
They will survive, we will not...

Thursday, June 16, 2016


Three years...

In five days, a full three years will have gone by since your eyes closed...I can't help but raise mine towards every rainbow I come across and wonder if you are still waiting for me on the other end.

I feel extremely grateful of having had you along my side and grateful that my mind does not linger in a place of pain and missing.
However, the Music Fest will never be the Music Fest again: June 21st will remain the day we said goodbye... For now....

"I meant," said Ipslore bitterly, "what is there in this world that truly makes living worthwhile?"

Death thought about it.

"Cats," he said eventually. "Cats are nice."
                                                                                    Terry Pratchett - Sourcery (1988)