“...I will find once again the light of your beauty - your colored windows in the night...” — John Geddes Copy Share Image
“...you can be talented as a wolf is breathtakingly fierce...silver and gray, like smoke in the trees - but what do you… — John Geddes Copy Share Image
“...the wind hums low with sweet exultation, sings its lullaby, while you sleep ...” — John Geddes Copy Share Image
“... paint in blue and black...sometimes gray - the colors of night - occasionally I surprise you with a mustard yellow, but… — 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
“...at morning, I'm unruffled - I'll sit with my tea and Muse Cat beside me and listen to the soft chime of… — John Geddes Copy Share Image
“...How terrible, those dreams before sleep were—the worse kind, mixing hope with despair...” — John Geddes Copy Share Image
“...I see you as series of gestures, a palette of colors -all these tiny tiles pixelate, and then coalesce... into the idea… — John Geddes Copy Share Image
“...my dreams are tangled in images of stars and clouds and firelight - we go camping at night - it's my lucid… — John Geddes Copy Share Image
“... this longing inside me that never goes away, must be a poem...must be you ...” — John Geddes Copy Share Image
“...my heart is a desolate field over which geese vee, the sky turns and the days lie fallow...” — John Geddes Copy Share Image
“...you fantasize about me reading my poems to you - it doesn't work that way - I write down everything later -… — John Geddes Copy Share Image
“...I want to live doubly - first with you and then afterwards in memory ...” — John Geddes Copy Share Image
“...careful the morning lest it wake from slumber the city half-encumbered by the morning mist ...” — John Geddes Copy Share Image
“...if it weren't for you, mornings wouldn't be so comforting - slippers wouldn't scrape through the rooms of my heart...” — 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
“...I pluck every day from my sweater or chair, red hairs...strands of significance, traces of you in my life ...” — John Geddes Copy Share Image
“...across the snowy field the barn light gleams - it's the loneliness of November twilight...” — 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
