If life is about words..............................

............................ how can you be speechless?

Sometimes, the demands of my everyday, affords me the chance to put my life into suspension. Not really living it so much as I am just being within it, seeking to do and then to be more than just alive, yet humbled by the thought of living nevertheless.

During these phases of my own moon, I can be unable to write, or I will write profusely.......this time, I just did niether.
Does it bother you that I have been away?
Would you even admit it if it did?
No matter actually, for I'll always think and feel the same about you, even if you know, nor care!

A vision(unedited)

Visions of our tomorrow:

Across the river,
people still wander about,
a blank face stops to peer down the
alley way of our lives and turns away.

Is it the wildness of our embrace,
or is it the wonder of how we readily face
all that we are,
or have we already become
his nightmare of tomorrow?

Later, I sleep and crazily dream.
A dark end of summer kind of dream,
of the moon, and your eyes.

Softly I kiss your lips and tremble,
is that your blood or mine I taste?

Not that it matters,
for all that you've become,
I already am.



Copyright ©2003 Edward T. Durham

"Love ...
we think about it,
dream about it
lose sleep worrying about it.

When we don't have it,
we search for it;
when we discover it,
we fear losing it.

It is the constant source of pleasure and pain.

But whereas we can't predict which it will be from one moment to the next, we seek it always.

Love...........

It is a short word,
easy to spell,
difficult to define,
impossible to live without..."

What if I cried too?

Wondering;
Would my tears have been any sweeter than yours?
Pour from a place any deeper or wonderful more?
What if we wept for the same reasons?

Wondering still,

Surely I always believed that honesty gave me the excuse of never having to say that I’m sorry, not just for the words spoken, but also for the impact they may bring to the hearer! Though sorry this time, I seem to be. For You as well as me!

This time, I truly meant not to wound, nor be wounded by the words I spoke into our brief time together, and yet here I am, without you, yet again!

In the between;
All that has come before this is forgiven
In the passing of our lives, before one to another

The reason those words are truth should be evident,
Each person is not the same, many have the same name, few have the same goals.
Many have the same hope; though few have the exacting faith to believe!

Just as many have wanted you; few have taken the time to listen and/or ask what You wanted!

Nevertheless, as for me, haven spoken into your life and longing, still I stand Wondering.
Did I say too little, was it more than enough?
Did I open the door to your fears, or from some joy revealed, up sprang those tears?

Conclusion in a vacuum;
This time I have none!
Just that empty space in my heart where you so nicely fit, as if woven or knit!

Surely time will dull the memory of what we shared in those brief exchanges when we shared. Yet the promise that we each saw in the other, this I believe will live on and on, not just in the passing of this time, but on into our separate forever’s.

Unreservedly,

Choosing to be

I was a radio announcer.
Then I sold life insurance
On into computer programming
Over again to broadcasting, now on cable
Met a man who sold fish, became an air freight forwarder
Now I think freight is king, so onto produce wholesaling
Had a wife, who wanted a life, so I built homes instead
Gained a life, lost a wife,
Now I coach lovers, muggers and fools!

I miss you Warren…………………………….

"The Mile:

People come into our lives and walk with us a mile,
and then because of circumstance they only stay a while.

They serve a need within the days that move so quickly by,
and then are gone beyond our reach, we often wonder why.

God only knows the reason that we meet and share a smile,
why people come into our lives and walk with us a mile."