I am the chain between yesterday and tomorrow.
The center, the filling between the endless ends.
When the before is no more,
when the after is yet to come.
The past will eventually disintegrate,
and the nebulous future is merely a hazy window.
But what about me?
I myself am always here.
I myself am the eternal *now.

L aughing is amazing
O ut of this world girl
V ery pretty as well
E verything I ever wanted

The feelings of love are so wonderful
But when the newness fades away, does the romancing stop

Do the word "I love you" still have their true meaning
Do the looks of passion change to looks of disparity
Do the words "let's do something together' mean go on you own

Things do seem to be comfortable, but if you do not show real love
Sometimes things happen, sometimes

Interest in another for something different, from the lack of feelings
Your lives become separated and you individualize, yet still together
Time passes, your just another face in the room, a hello and a good bye

Just some thoughts, I let so many go and one that was very special
I do ponder at times about past loves, would I do anything different

Probably not then, but maybe now?

I've been drinking far too long
I've been drinking far too few
I've been drinking for too many songs
My glass has a hand print stain
My mouth is jealous of the wet window pane
It's ok if my breath can catch flames
My hat could use a dry off anyway
I'll stop drinking when the ocean is no longer blueeeeee
In meantime, I'll drink one for me and youuuu

the sharp cry
   of a buzzard
draws widening circles
   in the summer sky

below
   small birds fall silent

a qiet moment
   expands into eternity

I grow tense
and cry your name
wishing so much

   so much

you were here
to share

I loved you,
And it's taken me this long to see,
The past years of my life have been passing by,
racing by.
I'm standing at the train stop,
Watching as each comes to pass,
Not actually stepping on,
Just letting the breeze it brings touch my hair and dishevel me.
Much like how I describe you and I,
We never really made the leap,
We were never really going anywhere.

predators of the soul
strike at the unexpected hour
having stalked their prey
for days and weeks and months

suddenly
the sun looks wan
and you know
they are there
waiting

when they attack
it’s almost a relief
and yet
the struggle is
for life
or death

the beast of the jungle
is very strong

it is that other side
of your core
that rears its head
in dark moments

Beyond the dense walls of smog and misery,  
Beyond the industrialized cage we enclose ourselves in
Lies a place untouched by the hand of man.

This is paradise in the midst of purgatory,
A sacred, archaic creation
Infinitely present yet perpetually invisible.

Here, Mother Nature and all of her creations thrive.
Here,  Her peaceful silence roars over the deafening destruction of mankind.
Here, the Stream flows gently, glistening over the smooth contours of the rocks, declaring its infinite presence
Here, the wind breathes life into the forest, and each leaf, branch, blade, and flower whisper their love in return.
 
This is eternity of Earth.
There is no beginning. There is no end.
All is connected, all is one.