#constancy
Through every shadow, every light,
You are the pulse within the night.
The world may spin and seasons flee,
But you remain the earth to me.
Oh! My dear, you are near every year,
The steady hand that calms my fear.
In every breath and every line,
I’m grateful that your heart is mine.
No matter where the road may bend,
You are my start, you are my end.
A love so deep, a bond so true,
My every "always" leads to you.
Oh! My dear, you are near every year.
Oh! My dear, you are near every year.
Jan 27
Jan 27, 2026 at 8:24 AM UTC
Prove whether I do change, my dear,
Or if that I do still remain
Like as I went, or far or near,
And if ye find me not the same,
Declare 't is so that all may hear.
But if ye prove I change, my dear,
Not, but unchang'd I do remain
Constant and true whithersoe'er
I travel to, then, dearest, deign
T'admit it only in my ear.
Apr 9, 2025
Apr 9, 2025 at 7:45 AM UTC
and I have loved you through all of our seasons tangled in the exhalation of our life, from the dawn that whispered your name to me in a secret it could not keep.
and I have loved you from the first and then in the shadows of lost yesterdays, where light refused to fade, and dreams danced on the edges of our shared possibilities.
and I have loved you though moiling in the smoky haze of the crowded world, the business of tedium made wondrous by division, the unexpected that you laughed at but challenged my soul.
and I have loved you through the twilight's golden touch, tracing the lines of our destiny upon the canvas of night, where every star had found its place in your eyes.
and you, the weaver of worlds unseen, the sculptor of the moon's soft glow, found in my embrace the solace of ancient shores, caught in the cradle of time.
and I have loved you in the quietude of evening's last light, carrying homeward the shared fulfilment of a day and a life, where every moment we breathed together our unity.
to the depths of a love that knows no boundaries, no end, but the endless embrace of forevermore, and I, a humble witness to your splendour, have held you close,
and I have loved you to your very bones.
Mar 1, 2025
Mar 1, 2025 at 9:11 PM UTC
The ancient oak
wears a cloak
of hoary old bark
and scalloped leaves.
She raises high her limbs,
writes silent hymns
that the nested larks
turn to music with ease.
A thousand years
on this blue sphere
has this oak thrived
under countless moons
aloof from the cares
we people may share:
She’s simply alive
to write her secret tunes.
Oct 30, 2024
Oct 30, 2024 at 7:11 AM UTC
Weathervane, weathervane,
whither does the wind blow?
Will you learn to point the way
or will you just go with the flow?
When the fox would rule the henhouse
as the wind twists all around
will the weathercock crow midnight
without making a sound?
Oct 28, 2024
Oct 28, 2024 at 3:54 PM UTC
Our love is a rainbow
It becomes most visible
After the bluest of times
But not just the rainbow
Our love is also the rain
The snow
The wind
The sunshine
But it is ours and ours alone
Through the inevitability of change
Is its constancy
Just like the weather
And the sound of the pitter patters
Each drop of rain makes
On our forehead
The gush of wind blowing flowers
Off their branches for new ones to
Blossom
The heat wave that singes through
All the masquerades we've built
The snow we haven't seen but felt
In a yearning to be warmed all over again
That is where our love lives.
That is where our love stays.
Constantly changing
Yet constantly the same.
Aug 10, 2020
Aug 10, 2020 at 2:04 PM UTC
Life is ever changing
Evolving, shedding layers, growing
Seasons change and leaves fall
Turn to different shades
Plants constantly dying then being rebirthed
Desert land once desolate plots of dirt
Become lush vibrant fields between winter and spring
It’s the circle of life really
And it’s quite a beautiful thing to see
Maybe life’s only real constancy
Is the way it’s constantly changing
That you can count on the fact
That you can never truly know what tomorrow may bring
This lack of constancy, in and of itself is a constancy
It’s this contradictory consistent lack of consistency that keeps life interesting
May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 12:45 AM UTC
Never feel like there is not
consistency in your life.
There will always be people
that disappoint you.
Rolling over you like
a gravel road.
They will be that wheel crushing you
into the stones.
May 23, 2019
May 23, 2019 at 6:46 PM UTC
Those meant for you
Will love you truly
Pray for you seriously
Bare with you patiently
And believe you continuously.
Those meant for you
Will love you madly
Listen to you keenly
Advice you repeatedly
And love you unconditionally.
Those meant for you
Will love you faithfully
Fight for you furiously
Defend you fearlessly
And display you publicly.
Those Meant For You
Will love you blindly
Come to you hurriedly
Support you strongly
And work with you tirelessly.
Jan 28, 2018
Jan 28, 2018 at 1:04 PM UTC
For every tree unborn
For every stone unturned
For every page in every book
In every bindery which will burn
Quietly in the fires of industry
There is death
And there is time
There is life
And there is change
And there's also the light between the leaves which fades
Until it is out of sight
And consumed by this
The lack of brightness within night
For just as acorn stems to tree
So also you will see your growth
As tall as ever it was meant to be
So you need not worry about such things
Because the ink is dry
The life is lived
And the only constancy is change
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 8:53 AM UTC
It hides itself
Better of late
That old companion
In my shadow
That perpetual
Creeping malaise
Coiling inside my brain
Never springing
Only cr e e p i n g
Slithering
Mesmerizing
Paralyzing
Logic and common sense.
A lord of fear
Undermining mental
Immune systems
Playing my emotions
Like a violin concerto–
Devil's chord
Out of tune socially
Mentally.
But then I see her
In her vulnerable position
That sweet
Innocent child/woman
Who props up my remains
Who takes me back
To simpler times
And youthful joys
When the hooded cobra
Was in embryonic form.
This one constant in my life
Keeps the cobra at bay
But it waits just outside the camp
Taunting me
Whispering just low enough
So I can't make out what
It is saying.
But how can one make out hissing?!
When you were always told
That you are fine
Nothing's wrong
Maybe a little neurotic sometimes
What can you do?
Be reduced to a catatonic state?
Where can you hide but in your shadow?
May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 8:49 AM UTC
Evergreen tree,
Burning red bushels
Of bark, branches open,
Cloud robed against, beyond
The mighty blue mountains,
Sage colour, rages of green,
Teems immortal as the sun,
Where great eagles landing
To nest in the towering
Chapel of a giant body
Adorn, what was always
Regal, everlasting, true,
Spiraling to the citadels
Of the swirling heavens
And even your crown,
A thrusting spire.
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 3:35 PM UTC
Snowy white and blue,
Mountains behind crow alone,
. . . Winter still appears.
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 6:34 PM UTC