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more than other moments

6/29/2013

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There are certain meetings
connections we make
that are somehow more significant than others

the first time I heard your voice
it was like that
one of those moments in life 
that I knew later in my memory
would mean more than many other moments
to me.

I heard your heart in a song
your heart break was mine
but it seemed worth the love to you

this I understand

in a photograph
that captured my eye
and affected me
almost physically
as if you were standing there
standing there in the same room
I saw a distance in your eyes
like your mind was walking along a shore some place
while you were present
face to face
but at the same time far away

like me

and this I understand

Some connections in life stand out
like a cosmic spark
that lights up
when you think about
      the first moment
two souls touch
in a waking time
a chance meeting
through a lovelorn rhyme

and you
well you sing like you see between the lines
and you love more deeply
than some of our kind

and this
          I understand.

Charity 
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Back to This

6/29/2013

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​It’s back to this, awake and writing in the night, it always comes back to this. I tried to sleep an hour ago, the sensible thing to do, with the day I have ahead of me tomorrow. But these thoughts, they toss and turn me out of bed, into the night restless. I step out my back door, breathe in the cool midnight air and a story is pouring into my mind. With no outlet I would certainly go mad so instead of sleep I grab a pen or keyboard and let the words slip from mind to fingertip. I think of you and I wonder if you’re alone too, sleeping soundly, chasing a dream, chasing a girl. What does it even matter to me, when after every love affair, chance meeting, tryst or tragedy ~ it’s just back to me and a torrent of words I cannot stop, flowing forth from my mind in the middle of the night. I’m beginning to wonder if I even know what love is, when the only love that has ever worked out for me is this... paper, pen and a cup of coffee. And I stand here in my kitchen doorway, nothing but a blue throw to protect me from the evening air, as I open the door, breathe in the night and wonder ~ do I bother to write or be sensible and try to get some sleep. Write it is… my love, my bliss, the only affair that ever worked out for me is this, it always always comes back to this.

Charity
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the world in between

6/26/2013

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There is a path between what we seem to think is reality and imagination, I met you in that place and we walked the fine line between dream and waking time together. And when it was over, You smiled and said take care my friend and I laughed and reached out for your hand and then pulled mine back again and realized it is now and not then and we are only lovers on a path in the place that hovers somewhere between real life and the unseen. If it is true we create our reality with thoughts we bring from the world in between then where have you been, where have you been since then, for my thoughts should have called you back to me once again.


Charity 
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When I see you again...

6/20/2013

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It was you
down that road through the fog
in the early morning light, 
it was you in the distance and on my mind. 


You are the reason I explore this land
the reason my hand has slipped out of every other hand. 


It was you in the mist
you in a dream
you in a thought or a memory. 


You in a hope
you in a wish
you I desire
you that I miss.


 And I looked down the tracks as far as my eyes would take me,
 through trees, beyond the morning fog, into the skies and on beyond...


 Because I knew one day I would see you again and be sure ... That It was you.


Charity

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And It Hasn't Rested Since

6/7/2013

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When I saw you

That first moment

Everything else stopped

A hush fell upon my restless mind and thoughts

A busy place full of people

And I was another one of them,

Until you turned and looked at me

Suddenly everything else went

Dark like the night

And you were the only point of light in the universe

Except for me

I was light Too.

Breathing at peace and seeing something, someone otherworldly

I touched you for a brief moment

And a deep feeling stirred within me

Something woke

An intense passion to explore every imagining and idea that I had ever envisioned...

A feeling that had only tickled and teased at my senses

From time to time before that moment

Came to life that night

And it hasn't rested since.

Charity
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