Paths cross
Too early. Too late.
Too this. Too that.
Yet
Eyes meet, a spark across the emptiness
Pupils dilate, hearts flutter
Necks pulse, flush pink
Time slows
And in that brief instant a choice be made:
To pause, to turn, to embrace
The chance of life's love
Or continue on, fate be damned
Are you so certain against all signs
You control the path of your entire destiny
That you will not lay your hand in mine?
These are the poems, writings and musings of Michael R. Martin.
Here you will find recent writings, and poems dragged up from many years ago.
Cedar Eden refers to the name of my Adirondack Homestead.
Friday, March 30, 2012
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Oh Heart of Mine
How trite to say, "Oh heart of mine"
Yet said heart has long sat broken
Not broken, nay, but empty, say,
For lack of word soft spoken
Can ever come the tender tongue
To lay calloused muscle open
So enters in a new begin
True love once more be spoken?
Yet said heart has long sat broken
Not broken, nay, but empty, say,
For lack of word soft spoken
Can ever come the tender tongue
To lay calloused muscle open
So enters in a new begin
True love once more be spoken?
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Stellar Photographs and Videos
See all my photographs & time-lapse movies of stars and auroras at http://stars.cedaredenphoto.com and on my YouTube Channel at http://goo.gl/Yd5ee
Star trails approaching dawn over Lake Flower |
Downtown Saranac Lake lights and traffic reflecting in Lake Flower at midnight
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