Haven House

Waiting for Old Faithful

Waiting for Old Faithful
Originally uploaded by tomatwood.

Waiting for Old Faithful

waiting for old faithful
Originally uploaded by tomatwood.

This is a test

b & w

Photographs on the wall
Faces I have captured
What do they see (their graphite eyes)
Or do they see at all?

Expressions in a pause
Faces I have captured
Souls that once flashed before me
Framed in my because.

And forever they gaze
The way they never were
And forever will be.
I have captured faces
Fleshed in shades of grays.

big thompson river

Fog, meadow

XC

Love So Nowhere

I looked in two eyes
There I saw the sky
Black with stars
Shrivelling light-years away
Where time has ended
Like a dreamer awakened
Suspended in cosmic fermata
Stars so distant
That behind their dull refraction
Stimulating our small, myopic eyes
Is a cold so heavy
A deep so dark
Love so nowhere
And empty so death.

In these eyes I looked and fell,
Into the sky, searching the black,
I fell so fool and fell so slow
And fell into an answer so no.
I could no longer speak, or hear, or scream.
So now, in absence of sense
(With nothing so real
From touching so much
And nothing to feel)
I sleep awake in emptiness:
Floating and frozen
Upon an odor as thin
As flakes of skin,
A motion so not
An empty so me
Sleep, sleep!
And nothing to be.
As quiet as a withered tongue,
Unobtrusive and silent
As the falling of hair.

Tree, near Jackson