“ I covet solitude and storms…and rain, with its geography of dark silence and distance ”
deprived of magic, wonder wanes
~ John J. Geddes
my heart, sometimes singing in the afternoon, the most haunting song of solitude
the same—on this page, or the end of your fingertips—always the same
you’re gone andyour unfinished poemlies alone on my desk—empty of tears,I only hope it rains today
