I glare at the amber in the glass,
Daring it to reveal its secrets,
Hoping for wisdom.
Foolish, I suppose, to seek it there,
But where else should I turn?
I got used to the tools I have.
All I can think is that I lost you;
Misplaced, somewhere, my connection
To your heart and mind.
I know that, somehow, I loved you
And what good did that ever do anybody?
Doesn't seem to make much difference, now.
I like to trick myself into thinking
That if I looked hard I could find you again.
I just can't decide if I want to.
I know that by the time I do it will be too late,
And there won't be enough wisdom in the world
To let me forget.
Anneliese Vs. The Whale
As It Stands
Fury of the Clouds
A Gambler's Tale
Grace (A Haiku)
Matter of perspective
The Sloth of the Margaret River
The Unknown Vale