01Undated...within invisible walls of dreams, we live a life that might have been...John J. Geddes / quote ↗
02Undated...glass words for you, Beloved—rain beads from an abacus of pain...John J. Geddes / quote ↗
04Undatedhad almost forgotten the wet brush of your kisses… soft as April snowflakesJohn J. Geddes / quote ↗
07Undatedmy heart, sometimes singing in the afternoon, the most haunting song of solitudeJohn J. Geddes / quote ↗
09Undatedthe same—on this page, or the end of your fingertips—always the sameJohn J. Geddes / quote ↗
11UndatedI covet solitude and storms…and rain, with its geography of dark silence and distanceJohn J. Geddes / quote ↗
18Undatedyou’re gone andyour unfinished poemlies alone on my desk—empty of tears,I only hope it rains todayJohn J. Geddes / quote ↗
19Undatedsummer is in me—clouds and lakes of shadows, rippling under the treesJohn J. Geddes / quote ↗
