Cathedral Gutters
@bentcurve.bsky.social
A return to the simplicity of words washed out across the roaring ocean of endless voices
There is no signature for the song
Of our entwined passions
Meter is not necessary
For spirits to collide
For a soul to stretch out and cling
There is no structure needed for yearning
And no notes adequate
For the peace of the found
Of our entwined passions
Meter is not necessary
For spirits to collide
For a soul to stretch out and cling
There is no structure needed for yearning
And no notes adequate
For the peace of the found
September 8, 2023 at 5:00 PM
There is no signature for the song
Of our entwined passions
Meter is not necessary
For spirits to collide
For a soul to stretch out and cling
There is no structure needed for yearning
And no notes adequate
For the peace of the found
Of our entwined passions
Meter is not necessary
For spirits to collide
For a soul to stretch out and cling
There is no structure needed for yearning
And no notes adequate
For the peace of the found
What new love
Will we render in
The wake of our ongoing
Yearning for the love
We have always known?
Will we render in
The wake of our ongoing
Yearning for the love
We have always known?
September 5, 2023 at 5:40 PM
What new love
Will we render in
The wake of our ongoing
Yearning for the love
We have always known?
Will we render in
The wake of our ongoing
Yearning for the love
We have always known?
The soul is a stranded thing
In a sea of tumult looking
For anything that looks like land
And hoping to find at least
Driftwood to cling to
Absent anything that might
Act an anchor
In a sea of tumult looking
For anything that looks like land
And hoping to find at least
Driftwood to cling to
Absent anything that might
Act an anchor
September 3, 2023 at 8:08 AM
The soul is a stranded thing
In a sea of tumult looking
For anything that looks like land
And hoping to find at least
Driftwood to cling to
Absent anything that might
Act an anchor
In a sea of tumult looking
For anything that looks like land
And hoping to find at least
Driftwood to cling to
Absent anything that might
Act an anchor
It's a toppled tombstone
Overgrown all over
Dates left blanks
It stares at the sky
As if asking if
All our waiting
Was worth all the
Soaring that
Might have been
Overgrown all over
Dates left blanks
It stares at the sky
As if asking if
All our waiting
Was worth all the
Soaring that
Might have been
August 31, 2023 at 11:25 PM
It's a toppled tombstone
Overgrown all over
Dates left blanks
It stares at the sky
As if asking if
All our waiting
Was worth all the
Soaring that
Might have been
Overgrown all over
Dates left blanks
It stares at the sky
As if asking if
All our waiting
Was worth all the
Soaring that
Might have been
@bentcurve.bsky.social
There used to be
Days were voices sang
And the trees whispered harmonies
Their tops whipped in the wind
When we held hands
And still hoped
When our choruses created
Something more beautiful than
Any one voice
There used to be days
We would want to remember
There used to be
Days were voices sang
And the trees whispered harmonies
Their tops whipped in the wind
When we held hands
And still hoped
When our choruses created
Something more beautiful than
Any one voice
There used to be days
We would want to remember
August 30, 2023 at 3:33 AM
@bentcurve.bsky.social
There used to be
Days were voices sang
And the trees whispered harmonies
Their tops whipped in the wind
When we held hands
And still hoped
When our choruses created
Something more beautiful than
Any one voice
There used to be days
We would want to remember
There used to be
Days were voices sang
And the trees whispered harmonies
Their tops whipped in the wind
When we held hands
And still hoped
When our choruses created
Something more beautiful than
Any one voice
There used to be days
We would want to remember