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29th May 2012

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Seeker …after those left behind              Jack Barnosky

When we last spoke

you smiled that golden smile

that made me love you,

you talked of the future

that uncertain void

you were a light in the dark

leading me

to places unknown

when we last spoke

you talked of a world

to be, what you wanted

what you needed

you said your needs were

not complicated, a life

to be lived without  any puzzles

when last we spoke

you told me of a world created

by you

a world of love that needed no reason

to be

it just was what was destined to be

for you, not me

when last we spoke

you smiled at me with love

but not the love that would last

that love would be for another

so it was, so it came to be

when last we spoke

you said goodbye

i could not say those words

but you knew, you just knew

it was to be

“damn women”!

they just know what is right

they know what the future will

hold, for them

not for me

i wanted things that

i could not have

when last we spoke

you had the glow of the stars on you

i knew then that i was lost

you did not want me, for a lifetime

now tell me

years later, decades,

of you children

is there one who can laugh

your laugh

that laugh that made me weak

trembling

can she see the future?

as you could

does she have the scent of lavendar

on her?

as you did

from that soap that was in that shower

that we shared

many, many times

so it goes,

when last we spoke

you said a final goodbye

goodbye

it was never to be

so it goes,

goodbye

jack barnosky

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29th May 2012

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Christmas Eve 2011  5

“Say your words

she told me

“those words that you

wish to speak”

“the words that tell

tales of fear and longing”

“I am afraid”

afraid of you

and what lies beyond”

she said

“your fears are

those who are

mortal

think beyond thee

limits

think among

the glistening

stars”

“be as they are,

immortal”

Jack Barnosky

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26th May 2012

Photo reblogged from Jack Barnosky Photographs with 19 notes

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Seeker …after those left behind              Jack Barnosky

When we last spoke

you smiled that golden smile

that made me love you,

you talked of the future

that uncertain void

you were a light in the dark

leading me

to places unknown

when we last spoke

you talked of a world

to be, what you wanted

what you needed

you said your needs were

not complicated, a life

to be lived without  any puzzles

when last we spoke

you told me of a world created

by you

a world of love that needed no reason

to be

it just was what was destined to be

for you, not me

when last we spoke

you smiled at me with love

but not the love that would last

that love would be for another

so it was, so it came to be

when last we spoke

you said goodbye

i could not say those words

but you knew, you just knew

it was to be

“damn women”!

they just know what is right

they know what the future will

hold, for them

not for me

i wanted things that

i could not have

when last we spoke

you had the glow of the stars on you

i knew then that i was lost

you did not want me, for a lifetime

now tell me

years later, decades,

of you children

is there one who can laugh

your laugh

that laugh that made me weak

trembling

can she see the future?

as you could

does she have the scent of lavendar

on her?

as you did

from that soap that was in that shower

that we shared

many, many times

so it goes,

when last we spoke

you said a final goodbye

goodbye

it was never to be

so it goes,

goodbye

jack barnosky

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26th May 2012

Photo reblogged from Jack Barnosky Photographs with 49 notes

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Maria in the Field ,   ” sweet gypsy lady ”                  Jack Barnosky

in the light of day, golden , frozen in memory

i can see your face, shining as the stars

that glow on the crosses

in the lonely corners of forever

my mind wanders to another place

and time, i can feel the heat of the

songs, sung by the minstrels telling me

“go, be what you were meant to be”

but i cannot, i cannot sing that song

i cannot hear the rythymn of the snow

that falls quietly, without passion

i cannot be as was meant to be

i fear

i fear

the questions that will be asked of me

the answers i cannot give

forgive me

but i am only one among many

in the light of day I still feel  darkness

when you are with me

that darkness is black and full of clouds

clouds that would lead us, me, to pain

i’m not one to wonder,

only to be

there is no other choice

in the light of day, the moonlight speaks

you name

now lost

forever

to me

jack barnosky

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