Thursday, August 24, 2006

The Veracious Animus

My ledge is empty—no need to jump off.
Distant now is my prevalent trough.
All the memories of my troublesome thread—
Picture this picture: escaped danger and fled.

I am dye cast in the wool,
Resolute through it all.
And down though this life may pull,
I'm no longer your thrall.

I held my eyes to the stars when you were mine.
I held my cries to myself when you did not shine.

An easy time—it perhaps would have been—
To spin our wheels while our fervor wore thin.
But in a moment we would surely have known—
Our future moments were our futures alone.

I am a mountainous crag,
Unable to be moved.
For this I don’t often brag,
But it needs to be proved.

My ledge is empty—no need to jump off.
Distant now is my prevalent trough.
Horizon greets me with a beautiful view—
Picture a picture that is long overdue.

Jack Larimore © 2005

Thursday, August 17, 2006

A Dream Within A Dream

I’ve dreamed a life but did not live,
The life that God to me did give.
And now I gaze to distant sky—
Painted horizon where dreams still fly—
Above these staggered steps I take,
And from this dream I will not wake,
I will not stray from visions sewn,
Upon this distant sky I’ve known.
But should tomorrow in time dawn,
Interrupt this dream I’ve drawn,
I’ll shield my eyes from piercing light,
And rush unto the distant night,
Where my life does sometimes seem,
To be a dream within a dream.

Jack Larimore © 2006