We watched the snow together
frost paned windows,
I could feel your presence,
you told me you wanted more.
I hadn’t ever told you before,
I was afraid I might lose you,
in the balance of a life,
we always make decisions,
impact a lifetime.
I had to be sure,
just wanted to know.
If what we believe true
we might last a lifetime,
traveling paths,
supporting one another,
seems does fly by,
and before we know it,
those moments in eyes,
all turned into sighs.
What would we be
if we stayed the same,
if our lives didn’t change,
we would certainly wonder
what might be different
what may lay ahead
that we would be
leaving to challenge.
Yet do you ever embrace
what could be a lovely outcome?
What is the looking glass
across the room seeing,
will you know the same
if you step outside,
crystals and glass
follow you.
Or are you creating
new imagery
with your shiny eyes
glancing along a path?
Perhaps we all need to
trust our Looking Glass.
When stepping off
With nowhere to land
We settled anywhere
A quiet place
A quiet time
The silence surrounding me
Felt peaceful, unafraid
I wandered further
And the world around me began to
Unravel
Just this once
I felt no emotion
Only a moment
Inside my composure
Did I step outside
My comfort zone
Only once
A quiet time.
I thought about this
quite some time
a discrepancy
a moment sublime.
I thought about one day
I made up my mind.
I thought about love
I seemed to glance above,
only to find,
I was losing my mind.
Some choices
were meant to be blind.
I was meant to survive
to find solace in my rewind.
Seems we always recall
a necessary fall
that covers us all
with an insecure gall.
I wondered about time
in the span of a day,
a wandering respite
took a while now today.
Rays of light peek through shuttered windows
shall the slats be opened or assure privacy,
a morning of which one surely glows
the energy blocked would be a travesty.
~
At my desk I look for inspiration
seems the night put aside
for the moment is more solution
to dredging horrors inside.
~
If present means a slow journey
then this my day would tell
a starting point with no hurry
only desire deep in the well.
~
I would climb if love awaits me
or choose to find what must be.
© Thom Amundsen 10/2021
I have fears, they are frequent
I have moments I wish I could cry
I have fears, and they are frequent
Wonder how many years, will I sigh
~
Wonder how many years, will I try
~
I can’t stand to storm the thinking
When I weep I still feel connected
Times like this I wish life were blinding
Moments will pass, seconds undetected
~
Wonder how many years, will I try
~
I want to hang on to this forever
Was a light I might have seen in retrospect
Don’t want to let go, don’t want to ever
I wish only that she know my – this respect.
~
Wonder how many years, will I try
~
As bones and veins and heart might decline
I wonder about the truth of roses and wine
I know that life contains only time
Only facets of lives important to rhyme
~
Wonder how many years, will I try
Wonder how many years, will I try
~
© Thom Amundsen 10/2021
There in the wind lays definition,
she called them changing winds.
If we could recreate days of passion
perhaps then love properly gleaned.
~
Yet days and hours of time forgotten,
though symbolic reminders lay about
we could in simple terms relive again.
Beauty in circumstance beyond doubt.
~
Oh follow me on this our sensual journey
Oh follow me is this our sensual journey
Oh follow me will be our sensual journey
~
For it is the two of us no longer paired
though in our time so loved had we dared.
Go on and on and on as well we cared,
yes love does happen practiced and paired.
~
Oh follow me in this our constant journey.
© Thom Amundsen 10/1
If only a lifetime lasted forever
then now could become a yesterday,
a lost moment brings everyone together.
Yet why then must we all act this way.
~
It would seem lives are meant forgotten
rather than holding beauty inside moments,
so quick we are to run away, call it rotten.
We somehow imagine now this our lament
~
Our lives holding only so many truths we hear,
yet time and again we might feel too near.
Our lives holding only so many truths we hear,
yet time and again we will feel that fear.
~
Yet time and again we would feel too near.
© Thom Amundsen 10/1
to what I believe
I’ll wait for the dust to settle
to what I believe
I’ll wonder out loud
to what I believe
time would cover so much space
to what I believe
could only matter to one
to what I believe
keeps me hanging on.
© Thom Amundsen 9/2021
For a long time,
could almost count the
hours and hours and hours
we all have them
the knowledge that one day,
all of our utter
bullshit
will wake you from a dream
so you may glance back
only to say
what if.
© Thom Amundsen 9/2021
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