Jun 2017
The space between ethereal measure,
the nothingness connecting our divide.
This lack of substance is surreal, obscure
are old memories of sharing your side.
Ours is the spirit, by which we are bound,
a realm we share where timelessness persists.
Where shapeless planes carry a formless sound,
the self becoming selfless, unresisting.
The place you’ve gone does not belong to me
and in the space between us, seeds are sown.
The tree of life sways softly with the breeze
while you continue, beyond what I know.
Like wings that carry over to another shore,
you are my leaf on the wind. I see you soar.
the nothingness connecting our divide.
This lack of substance is surreal, obscure
are old memories of sharing your side.
Ours is the spirit, by which we are bound,
a realm we share where timelessness persists.
Where shapeless planes carry a formless sound,
the self becoming selfless, unresisting.
The place you’ve gone does not belong to me
and in the space between us, seeds are sown.
The tree of life sways softly with the breeze
while you continue, beyond what I know.
Like wings that carry over to another shore,
you are my leaf on the wind. I see you soar.
Sonnet - 18 -
Original version: 27/09/15
This version: 23/03/17
I can share this now.
Dedicated to my Father.
I wrote this sonnet for him and read it at his funeral.
It explore's the experience of still feeling deeply connected to something that is no longer. Even after their death, people still affect you and change you. Pieces to a puzzle are still being put in their place as we mirror ourselves and our actions to what they might have done. We learn about ourselves and the world from these reflections.
On an even deeper level, this sonnet explore's the ethereal connections we have to our ancestors and the past. Observing that, what is lost to us will be reborn, through it's decay, feeding new growth. The cycle of life.
"I am a leaf on the wind.
Watch how I soar".
- Wash, Firefly
Original version: 27/09/15
This version: 23/03/17
I can share this now.
Dedicated to my Father.
I wrote this sonnet for him and read it at his funeral.
It explore's the experience of still feeling deeply connected to something that is no longer. Even after their death, people still affect you and change you. Pieces to a puzzle are still being put in their place as we mirror ourselves and our actions to what they might have done. We learn about ourselves and the world from these reflections.
On an even deeper level, this sonnet explore's the ethereal connections we have to our ancestors and the past. Observing that, what is lost to us will be reborn, through it's decay, feeding new growth. The cycle of life.
"I am a leaf on the wind.
Watch how I soar".
- Wash, Firefly
