Justin Blaney's Blog, page 36
January 29, 2017
12 take our love where tall grass sways
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take our love where tall grass sways
a ways beyond arching willow trees
past white rows and stacks
of sleeping bees
where silver is darkening
beneath a sparkling obsidian night
there we’ll meet
you and i
where stars lie with fireflies
kneed our love in quilted linen
melt in moon and straying cloud
stirring low and still
mingled scents of chamomile
and after dinner coffee mills
bathed in whispered words
endless conversation
turned to loosely dressed flirtation
your gaze considered its desire
a lingered stare
blurred from nearness
eyes no one alive has seen
or perhaps i never lived til now
your unveiled heart and hidden parts
coursing breath from my chest
forcing guess of what comes next
let us meet there
you and i
where stars die in fiery morning sky
we find our love in darkness and depth
a little death
and i’m unable to suppress my obsession
softest skin turned to tack
as geese bump down your back
coals slumping
and flurries of sparks
hurrying up the chimney
floating away with a wish of whimsy
to where magic and grief
greet on unlit streets
i open my eyes
when you kiss my cheek
and see how far our love has carried us
we watch this flock of stars
flee from under feet
on dawn’s gentle breeze
and all that remains
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take our love where tall grass sways
a ways beyond arching willow trees
past white rows and stacks
of sleeping bees
where silver is darkening
beneath a sparkling obsidian night
there we’ll meet
you and i
where stars lie with fireflies
kneed our love in quilted linen
melt in moon and straying cloud
stirring low and still
mingled scents of chamomile
and after dinner coffee mills
bathed in whispered words
endless conversation
turned to loosely dressed flirtation
your gaze considered its desire
a lingered stare
blurred from nearness
eyes no one alive has seen
or perhaps i never lived til now
your unveiled heart and hidden parts
coursing breath from my chest
forcing guess of what comes next
let us meet there
you and i
where stars die in fiery morning sky
we find our love in darkness and depth
a little death
and i’m unable to suppress my obsession
softest skin turned to tack
as geese bump down your back
coals slumping
and flurries of sparks
hurrying up the chimney
floating away with a wish of whimsy
to where magic and grief
greet on unlit streets
i open my eyes
when you kiss my cheek
and see how far our love has carried us
we watch this flock of stars
flee from under feet
on dawn’s gentle breeze
and all that remains
is you and me
All my books are free forever including, Where Whispers Willow, a collection of 100 reverie, musings and lingering dreams.
121 your closed lips speak volumes
121
your closed lips speak volumes
and more still when open
your touch weaves such twists inside me to fill a library
and each kiss is a chapter in our perfect love story
All my books are free forever including, Where Whispers Willow, a collection of 100 reverie, musings and lingering dreams.
your closed lips speak volumes
and more still when open
your touch weaves such twists inside me to fill a library
and each kiss is a chapter in our perfect love story
All my books are free forever including, Where Whispers Willow, a collection of 100 reverie, musings and lingering dreams.
January 28, 2017
367 why do i fall the hardest for the one i can never have?
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why do i fall the hardest for the one i can never have?
and for the one who is ever slipping away?
All my books are free forever including, Where Whispers Willow, a collection of 100 reverie, musings and lingering dreams.
why do i fall the hardest for the one i can never have?
and for the one who is ever slipping away?
All my books are free forever including, Where Whispers Willow, a collection of 100 reverie, musings and lingering dreams.
123 i looked into the trees
123
i looked into the trees
and found i was a red ballon floating up through the branches into the blue sky and there to rise into the atmosphere until this world was no longer my home
i would wait for you up there among the stars
watching and smiling down as you love and live a good life until your time was also done
and that leaf that twirled down between us from a tree by the creek
i’d tie it to my string so i could carry a piece of you with me
and feel your touch again as i remember your fingers touching mine when you placed that little yellow leaf in my hand
you are my anchor to this world
let go of my hand and i’ll float away on a quiet breeze
the wind is picking up around us
the time is here
All my books are free forever including, Where Whispers Willow, a collection of 100 reverie, musings and lingering dreams.
i looked into the trees
and found i was a red ballon floating up through the branches into the blue sky and there to rise into the atmosphere until this world was no longer my home
i would wait for you up there among the stars
watching and smiling down as you love and live a good life until your time was also done
and that leaf that twirled down between us from a tree by the creek
i’d tie it to my string so i could carry a piece of you with me
and feel your touch again as i remember your fingers touching mine when you placed that little yellow leaf in my hand
you are my anchor to this world
let go of my hand and i’ll float away on a quiet breeze
the wind is picking up around us
the time is here
All my books are free forever including, Where Whispers Willow, a collection of 100 reverie, musings and lingering dreams.
122 when i pass through a field of jasmine
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when i pass through a field of jasmine, should i not think of you leaning back on the dock at midnight staring at the sky, your hair dangling in a waterfall through my fingers, your neck laced with the scent of a billion white pedals springing from grassy glades in oak shadow and this one perfect moment when the softness of your skin met my lips for the first time and i found this missing piece of me that you somehow teased out
and now, dear god, please tell me how i can forget these memories and move on as if they were dreams and not the very things that bring me so close to life i can’t be sure whether i’m a breath away from death or centuries of living well folded in a single kiss
All my books are free forever including, Where Whispers Willow, a collection of 100 reverie, musings and lingering dreams.
when i pass through a field of jasmine, should i not think of you leaning back on the dock at midnight staring at the sky, your hair dangling in a waterfall through my fingers, your neck laced with the scent of a billion white pedals springing from grassy glades in oak shadow and this one perfect moment when the softness of your skin met my lips for the first time and i found this missing piece of me that you somehow teased out
and now, dear god, please tell me how i can forget these memories and move on as if they were dreams and not the very things that bring me so close to life i can’t be sure whether i’m a breath away from death or centuries of living well folded in a single kiss
All my books are free forever including, Where Whispers Willow, a collection of 100 reverie, musings and lingering dreams.
124 there is no goodbye
124
there is no goodbye
there is no letting go
there is no forgetting
there is no way i can stop pursuing you forever
All my books are free forever including, Where Whispers Willow, a collection of 100 reverie, musings and lingering dreams.
there is no goodbye
there is no letting go
there is no forgetting
there is no way i can stop pursuing you forever
All my books are free forever including, Where Whispers Willow, a collection of 100 reverie, musings and lingering dreams.
119 as i wade into your writing, i feel i’m a child emerging from a long darkness alone
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as i wade into your writing, i feel i’m a child emerging from a long darkness alone
you, my guide, your hands softly over my eyes
i read the first few lines and feel crunching under my feet
a cool breeze smells of snow
fire crackles and heat rises in waves on my face
you remove your hand slowly, revealing the world a little more with each line
i breath in the winter you’ve painted
i’m certain i’ve never seen until now
i’m a man who lost sight on my wedding night after seeing my young wife’s face for a few short hours
and years passed until i received my vision back as an old man
and looking upon my wife for the first time in decades, i believe her to be even more beautiful than i remembered
so it is when i see the scenes you spin with written words
as if i’ve never seen such things for myself
and i only want to see this world through your eyes
All my books are free forever including, Where Whispers Willow, a collection of 100 reverie, musings and lingering dreams.
as i wade into your writing, i feel i’m a child emerging from a long darkness alone
you, my guide, your hands softly over my eyes
i read the first few lines and feel crunching under my feet
a cool breeze smells of snow
fire crackles and heat rises in waves on my face
you remove your hand slowly, revealing the world a little more with each line
i breath in the winter you’ve painted
i’m certain i’ve never seen until now
i’m a man who lost sight on my wedding night after seeing my young wife’s face for a few short hours
and years passed until i received my vision back as an old man
and looking upon my wife for the first time in decades, i believe her to be even more beautiful than i remembered
so it is when i see the scenes you spin with written words
as if i’ve never seen such things for myself
and i only want to see this world through your eyes
All my books are free forever including, Where Whispers Willow, a collection of 100 reverie, musings and lingering dreams.
January 25, 2017
116 when i say i adore you
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when i say
i adore you
what i mean is
i will do anything to give you everything
All my books are free forever including, Where Whispers Willow, a collection of 100 reverie, musings and lingering dreams.
when i say
i adore you
what i mean is
i will do anything to give you everything
All my books are free forever including, Where Whispers Willow, a collection of 100 reverie, musings and lingering dreams.
January 24, 2017
318 the trait shared by revolutionaries and pioneers
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the trait shared by revolutionaries and pioneers and inventors and scientists and artists who have most changed our world is not wealth or power or education but simply an insatiable desire for newness
this, coupled with the ability to create it, is the truest measure of genius
All my books are free forever including, Where Whispers Willow, a collection of 100 reverie, musings and lingering dreams.
the trait shared by revolutionaries and pioneers and inventors and scientists and artists who have most changed our world is not wealth or power or education but simply an insatiable desire for newness
this, coupled with the ability to create it, is the truest measure of genius
All my books are free forever including, Where Whispers Willow, a collection of 100 reverie, musings and lingering dreams.
350 i know you’re worried my love for you won’t last
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i know you’re worried my love for you won’t last
i know you think the weight of life would drag us down in time
into something less than you dreamed of as a child
into whatever you have now
but you haven’t let me show you what i have for you
i could be the one to wake you each morning with butterfly love
for a thousand forevers
give me this chance to prove you wrong
with the tender and never ending kisses of my eternal soul
All my books are free forever including, Where Whispers Willow, a collection of 100 reverie, musings and lingering dreams.
i know you’re worried my love for you won’t last
i know you think the weight of life would drag us down in time
into something less than you dreamed of as a child
into whatever you have now
but you haven’t let me show you what i have for you
i could be the one to wake you each morning with butterfly love
for a thousand forevers
give me this chance to prove you wrong
with the tender and never ending kisses of my eternal soul
All my books are free forever including, Where Whispers Willow, a collection of 100 reverie, musings and lingering dreams.
