Quotes from john j geddes

From the moment I saw you, I wanted you in my dreams

You are my winter suddenness—a glass of red wine spilt across a white tablecloth

Sadder than a ticking clock, the moments without you

our hearts break, and take us out of relationships that are too painful for us

Last night, lost in spaces between star—bays and lakes of clouds, I tossed and turned looking for you

You don't read to exercise the mind but to take voyages

Your window square a yellow kite, and the Moon a white balloon

the heart aches through nights—the broken places of neglect

the fragrance of pine resin is frankincense poured out—a balm of stars and snow and moonlit nights

I see you from afar—fragile and shy as a star gleaming through a cloudy rift

you know the way of the wind in the night—the desolate alleys my soul takes

In the end, we all inherit a stone, after life's waves have rolled over us—and hopefully, she'll write upon it

I love it when the dark bottle of night spills out, and the Moon writes in chalk about us

you and I are black and white—a film noir, filled with gestures, poignant and tender

burnt by the sun of your mouth, I'm unable to speak or paint you with words

you are the mysterious fire at my finger tips

night, and the moon a blur above— I wonder where the world hides you, and if perhaps you still love me

I keep coming back to certain books, and you—to try to find myself again

Redhead All over the house Strands of copper hair Like filaments from a cobweb Collect. If you and I Were ever to part— For months, perhaps years, I'd be combing out, Brushing or picking up Strands of significance, Traces of you In my life

In the baby's room The city lights are Milky In the curtains… Breath Gentle as rain, Sleep Quiet as snowflakes

A heart never breaks in the same pattern of pieces

This will be a winter so desolate, only memory can fill the emptiness

I write small poems— the kind that fit on a postcard… and still can break your heart

I am your stone of necessity calling up spirits from rain puddles—your Magus of words