Tag Archive: Memory

Miles away

I want you and you are not here. I pauseĀ in this garden, breathing the colour thought is before language into still air. Even your nameĀ is a pale ghost and, though I exhale it… Continue reading

Confused Love

Love easily confuses us because it is always in flux between illusion and substance, between memory and wish, between contentment and need.   Tom Robbins; Even Cowgirls Get the Blues