“...spiritual or emotional pain doesn't become a memory so much as a bruise ...” — John Geddes Copy Share Image
“...everything is gone except traces of you inside me - and the years like the wind are sweeping those away ...” — John Geddes Copy Share Image
“...we live in the same city but don't see the same things - you see buildings and I see memories...” — John Geddes Copy Share Image
“...I recall that day on the beach - the sand so brilliant, the clouds so massive, and the wind punishing your hair...” — John Geddes Copy Share Image
“...we went to watch the waves that bitter day and the wind took your red cap and mittens - blew them into… — John Geddes Copy Share Image
“...the answer is not in the damn blank page - it's in the days or years before and you have to dredge… — John Geddes Copy Share Image
“...everyone wants to be excited by something magical and wondrous - to be reminded of how they once saw the world ...” — John Geddes Copy Share Image
“...before you, life was desolate - the past hardly worth remembering - and now, each moment a keepsake I can't throw away ...” — John Geddes Copy Share Image
“...when I was a kid, Toronto streets were deserted and quiet on Sundays, except for the sound of church bells I stood… — John Geddes Copy Share Image
“...thinking about laughing with 2 yr old Findlay today - Dostoyevsky was right, “The soul is healed by being with children.” ...” — John Geddes Copy Share Image
“...strands of your hair and tendrils of the wind spin into nothingness the memories of that day...” — John Geddes Copy Share Image
“...every time I look at you autumn leaves come in between - does it matter they're the color of your hair -… — John Geddes Copy Share Image
“...those others - they're looking for trends - subjects to catch a spark - but I have you - a coal from God's altar… — John Geddes Copy Share
“...careful the morning lest it wake from slumber the city half-encumbered by the morning mist ...” — John Geddes Copy Share
“... my early writing was a silent fury - at what or whom, I had no idea - but I shut it in until… — John Geddes Copy Share
“...all this time I've been worshiping you - when other men wanted to kiss you, I've been offering the praise of my lips...” — John Geddes Copy Share
“... the scarlet thread,the red clay from which we were made, runs in tiny streams through all our veins, reminding us of where we… — John Geddes Copy Share
“...you are not what you seem - you're a Sylph - you leave and the air retains your image - you haunt me...” — John Geddes Copy Share
“...God daubs stars into galaxies with fiery paint - the same lacquer he uses upon your lips...” — John Geddes Copy Share
“...language always occurs in a context - you can speak Elizabethan words, but to speak the language you have to put on the mindset...” — John Geddes Copy Share
“...open the access to your heart and write down what your voice is whispering...” — John Geddes Copy Share
...true love is an irrevocable act - you can only give your heart away once - after that, you give as much as you… — John Geddes Copy Share
“...the strands that connect us are frail, so don't hang great weights on slender wires...” — John Geddes Copy Share
