John Geddes

“...we have entertained ourselves with the pornography of violence and inflamed passions that might otherwise have slumbered...”

“... the scarlet thread,the red clay from which we were made, runs in tiny streams through all our veins, reminding us of where we began...”

“...I've marked our sacred place not with stones - I've put it my art to keep it safe...”

“....my sacred landscape is the foothills of the stars - I go there often to sleep ...”

“...the wounds of the past and the scars of the present don't disfigure me in your eyes - because you know the price I pay for loving you ...”

“...it's easy to express romantic love - harder to manage daily love - to forgive failings close to feelings - to divide self from soul...”

“...true love is an irrevocable act - you can only give your heart away once - after that, you give as much as you have left ...”

“you cross the field in the snow leaving tracks in perfect whiteness ...disturbing my placid universe...marking the landscape within me ...”

“...winter crescent resting in the high pine bough - you fly through the woods like a lone snow bird...”

“...what is sacred is the other person -we forget that sometimes - and fail to honor who they are ...”

“...I live in Ireland every day in a drizzly dream of a Dublin walk...”

“...I lost my illusions in a black rain of bitterness - now what do you see in my eyes? How can you still love me? How can I be tender? ...”

“...I'm not afraid of the opinions of others - but of being needed and coming up short ...”

“...I deliberately spilled the black ink of despair because my perfect soul was a stained glass illusion - can you understand that?...”

“...good words - that triumphalism of positivity- but life will claw and eat you - chew you over and over - if you carry such a small knife ...”

“...words are so strong and I am so timid - my soul ignores warnings and I end up covered with your paint ...”

“...you disappoint me -I am the worst liar in the world - I can't hide my pain or my need so I make a bouquet of my sorrows and give them to you ...”

“... only a seer or a lover would know that I'm making a jewelry of words for you -drawn from your essence -to flash and burn with your fire -so you can bedazzle with your own light ...”

“...who would have known the dark eyes staring into mine would become our children's eyes...?”

“...you can be angry and silent, but it's no use - there's no distance in the spirit - besides, my words touch you more softly than my hands...”

“...every time I look at you autumn leaves come in between - does it matter they're the color of your hair - or they still fall in my memory?...”

“...you want the sweetness of our beginning without the bitterness of our struggle - what are you asking - do you want light without shadow? ...”

“...before you, life was desolate - the past hardly worth remembering - and now, each moment a keepsake I can't throw away ...”

“...I'm constantly agitated, restless - I work moments like worry beads until I see your face...”

“...I'm innocent still -inside me are stained glass windows that have never been broken- and when I see your light it stains my soul with color ...”

“...I want to live doubly - first with you and then afterwards in memory ...”

“...I don't want security - to be self-assured - I want to risk my heart in making your portrait and be paid the wages of your devotion...”

“... this longing inside me that never goes away, must be a poem...must be you ...”

“...I know I misplace my glasses - the one's I don't need - you roll your eyes - but I don't misplace my love ...”

“...I gave you painted air - tears I couldn't weep - truths I couldn't speak - all the words that caught in my throat...”