Thursday, November 13, 2008

Back There

Back There

I remember somewhere
back there, behind the trees
on the other side of the glass
and the smoke
and mirrors,
somewhere there,
I had time.

It was a world with slightly less bullsh*t
and slightly more laughter
and it’s like a dream, sometimes,
reaching out to grasp light-borne phantasms
and watching flesh and wood fade away
into dry mist
and nothingness.

I’m not there
anymore

But I remember it, sometimes
between meetings
or sitting, eyes closed against the flickering lights
between moments of insanity and incredulity;
the soft sounds of the river
the breezes in the leaves
and natural, unfiltered
sunlight.

It was good.

-Joshua Overgaard

9 comments:

roberta said...

IT IS TOO BAD YOU HAVE THAT ASBESTOS STUFF..DONT GET TOO CLOSE TO IT..MARA, WEAR A MASK..ROBERTA

Indigo said...

Beautiful, delicate, just what I needed to read. Thanks for posting this. (Hugs)Indigo

Leigh said...

To pause just for a moment, to go there. Thanks for sharing these thoughts.
Hugs, Leigh

natalie said...

what a sweet post!
I liked it!
the music is fabulous also!
how are you doing
nat

Lori said...

This was very beautiful!
I gave you an award on my blog, so drop by to get it, okay? How's your dad?

Debbie said...

There is something for you on my journal :)

Hugs
Debbie

natalie said...

hi!
Well I will be thinking about you on thanksgiving!
I hope you have a great week!
love,natalie

natalie said...

hugs! How are you doing?
natalie

Anne said...

Came here by the way of Lori and Dusty Pages. May the angels wings comfort you in your time of mourning. Lovingly, Anne