John J. Geddes

my heart, sometimes singing in the afternoon, the most haunting song of solitude

I__ mad with loneliness and you__e been haunting me all day

deprived of magic, wonder wanes

I get mixed up with the life we led and the life I imagined

had almost forgotten the wet brush of your kisses_ soft as April snowflakes

children need calm__hey__e artists

...glass words for you, Beloved__ain beads from an abacus of pain...

...within invisible walls of dreams, we live a life that might have been...

summer is in me__louds and lakes of shadows, rippling under the trees

you__e gone andyour unfinished poemlies alone on my desk__mpty of tears,I only hope it rains today

a rainy walk through leaves will cure almost anything

Rain, hold me in your glassy arms__over me in wet kisses

only the gentlest hands can brush away tears

You are perfect and have no synonym

I live in a house of secrets, but I__e unlocked a few rooms for you

I covet solitude and storms_and rain, with its geography of dark silence and distance

I took you to that windy hill where stars on every side fall away

Be careful__y heart is broken__nd you could fall in