Brandon Giesbrecht

Brandon Giesbrecht Jun 2013

Nicholas

If ever there were anything more beautiful than thee!

I wrote this line years ago, but couldn't figure out how to finish it. It ended up becoming my poem Knight, but in that poem the line carries a different meaning than I originally intended. I intended it to mean simply, "You're beautiful," but it didn't feel finished.

Now I've found new meaning in the line itself.

I hereby dedicate this to Nicholas. You are beautiful. Our lives have taken different paths, but I will always find you a beautiful person. We sang together, and it was beautiful. Our song has ended now, but I don't regret making music with you.

Brandon Giesbrecht Feb 2013

Jace

In my thoughts,
And in my dreams,
I am there with you.

Your arms are wrapped around me.

Your warmth,
And my warmth,
Becomes our warmth.

And In your arms I feel safe.

Your warmth,
It penetrates the darkest parts of me,
And brings in the light,
Filling the wounds of my heart.

Brandon Giesbrecht Oct 2011

Insomnia

The thought of you
Hooks into my flesh
And suspends me
Just above the surface
Of the waters of unconsciousness.

The mists above the surface tease my lips,
Thirsting for the stilled depths
That lay just beyond their reach.

Brandon Giesbrecht Oct 2011

Sometimes

Sometimes
When I hold your hand,
I can feel the wrinkles,
Signs of the sands of time
That flowed through those ancient fingers.

But sometimes
Your hands feel small in mine.
They caress my calloused hands.
Your soft fingers,
Not knowing the ravages of time.

Brandon Giesbrecht Oct 2011

Celery

Your hair burns in my memory,
Your eyes that glisten cleverly,
Your lips that kiss me tenderly,
On your coat, a peice of celery.

I had this stuck together with "Over Mountain". After re-reading them, I realize that they are not related at all.

Brandon Giesbrecht Sep 2011

Over Mountain.

If only the world would come to see,
Just how beautiful you are to me.

Over mountain, and over sea,
I would do anything, to be with thee.

I separated this poem from the one I now call "Celery", after realizing that they are completely unrelated.

Brandon Giesbrecht Sep 2011

Just "The Doctor"

I want to run away with you,
Away in that big box of blue.
And hear the question, "Doctor who?"
"I'm afraid we're just passing through."

You really have to be a Doctor Who fan to understand this poem.