Archive for August, 2004

Poem: Like Oxygen


My loved ones are like oxygen to me
I can smell the mountain air when listening to them speak
How I love the way they make me feel, here, inside the me
The me that only I know, the one that needs
Friends, loved ones I say again, like these

Take away my troubles with your gentle words
Give me sharp advice I need when being absurd
Hold me close when I’m frightened and small
Be there on the end of a phone line
Helping me make sense of it all.

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Thursday, August 26th, 2004

Poem: Sweet Angel


This poem is for the man who has been in my life for six years occupying a space previously empty because of the gross unsuitability of any and all applicants until the day I met this special guy.

D, I know not how I’d ever fill that sacred heart-space within should you ever depart from my life. More to the point, I would never want to. I’d rather take charge of the space and keep it vacant for the rest of my life, choosing instead to let out other plots, perhaps, and leave this one empty as testament to our love. And yet, would it ever be empty? In truth, no. There would always be everything we have been and everything we can be for each other. I will always maintain a garden inside for you, full of wild beauty and splendour. It was tended before you came, but my – how a bit of love and attention has made my flowers grow rich in colour and hue.

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Wednesday, August 25th, 2004