
May 4 sketchbook. marchi wierson. @madeofsaltwater
a magnificent work! so evocative – I absolutely love this!

May 4 sketchbook. marchi wierson. @madeofsaltwater
a magnificent work! so evocative – I absolutely love this!

she was thirty six
I was twenty five
never thought
I’d get
out of that alive
there r times I
wonder
if i did
maybe not

why do you feel that way?
what is the source
of your dismay?
was there a seed planted
that suddenly grew
into the sad
person that’s you?
where can you
lay your head?
where the heart
by the moon
is led.
where can you feel
secure,
when the wolves
are at the door?
who will hold
and protect you?
who will keep
the world at bay?
who understands
the reasons
that you feel
this way?
who will steal
minutes
from the hour glass
allowing you to rest
until the hours pass?
who will alter time,
who will absorb the sea?
what mountains
will you climb
until you get to me?
what is
that sound you hear
when silence
calls my name?
what echoed
in your ear
when tomorrow never came?
why can’t you look back?
because you cannot see
that of all the things you lack
the most important one
is me

time awaits
you.
ghosts
still float
in ancient air
tears still
fall
dust
comes to
call
but you
are never
there
sounds
still echo
laughter
will fade
distant moans
of the love
we made

today feels
exactly
like yesterday.
but
it’s not.
time has carried
you further away
from what you
have forgot
what memories
are you chasing?
to what do you
seek to cling?
the sound
of footsteps pacing,
someones
wedding ring
tolling bells
that fill the air
when do
the angels sing?
a beginning
and an end
they both came
too soon
yet, I seek you out
when ere
I see the
moon

in her world
she is
the beginning,
she is the end
In her world
I feel unworthy
for I
could not pretend
that I belong
yet, she left her mark
as she walked away
she
will always be the song
I sing,
the chords I play
she

down the tunnel
of yesterday
the light must carry pieces
of what it feels like
to be sad
it resonates
in ways unspoken
just to reassure
you’ve lost something
you had
yet, as always,
time sings its songs
in dream specific keys
as I search
for your wandering spirit
among my memories

welcome my son

even though i know
it’s only me
even though i know
the sun will rise
even though i know
you’ll never see
the tears that well up
in my eyes
even though i know
that you exist
even though i know
the sun will set
even though i know
we’ve never kissed
the air you breath
will not forget
how close it came
to your beating heart
how near it was
to the core of you
how sad it was
to depart
the only thing
in life that’s true
even though i know
even though i know
even though i know
that i
am like the air
for what can i do
if i don’t have
you
Patti Smith “Elegie” – Live @ Olympia, Paris – 20/10/2015 [HD]
a late evening song – but – its morning – mourning … i cried when she recited fred sonic smith
mesmerizing – her hands – her smile – her
I just don’t know
what to do tonight
My head is aching
as I drink and breathe
Memory falls like cream in my bones,
moving on my own