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Words are of great importance, And can oftentimes be used For what might appear to be No immediately obvious reason At all. But the truth of things Remains what it is, Be it great, be it threatening, Be it wise or unwise, Middling or small. In all things written, spoken Or acts performed, The truth…

To Love

It radiates, Alight, through her alabaster skin, Holding me tight, Completely enfolding me in The glow of her nature.   This? This is something, To which I truly am unused to. Like the glory of morning In its first blazing hue. My love’s very nature affects me, Not unlike the endless blue Of ocean. So…

A Song. To Anyone

In silence, beauty comes to me, To enshrine my mind, To save it from the anarchy I witness, every day, all around. To see such chaos By a contemptible world, made. Would it make any difference? If I had stayed in some dream? Would it make a difference if I Told you? If I told…

This Is For You

So much has become distorted, Hidden from view. Hidden from me, even given, That I share everything with you. With you, my wife, My only and most precious gem. That which defines all the joy And the truth of my heart. All of the beauty And all of the art of which even nature It’s…

No Comment

On this night I feel a silence Of such potency, Such sway. Tonight I feel silence Which mere words Cannot convey. No comment, Nor discourse Can ever really stay, To outlast, the fell tides Of history.   And if one thing Is historically true. It is that, what it is simply is, And nothing we…

Love’s Tragedy

The singer sings a song, And I sing along, Sitting at home by myself. At home and alone, As cold as a stone While my love is once again placed On a shelf.   The tragedy of love; It is a rarity which never, ever lasts. Or at least this has been the case, The…

Courage (Part 2)

Courage is a word Linked inexorably to action, Not some faction Of a disjointed world. I feel free now, Free enough To express this stuff. The grace of God Oh the courage to change.   The courage to change, To move forward, Rearrange, All the fragments of my Sad confused mind. Not to stay Until…

Courage (Part 1)

Silent, my muse. She sleeps tonight. My Melanie, she sleeps In fear. Delight she cannot comprehend, While I am not there. I am here.   Though the fragile, Orbit of earth, Brings in itself Neither joy to her, Nor mirth; Nor either the soft murmurs of heartfelt peace. I still sit and pray, For her…

Houses Made Out Of Sand

This intermittent sorrow. Only thing I dread, Fills today and tomorrow. When I lay in my bed What exactly is it that I dream of? And if I came back from the dead, What would I dream of?   And you tried with such voracity, To consume my spirit, whole, When I, as a child…

Subtle Reminder © Brad Cairns 3/09/16

I am quite often stunned at The cruelty of the mind. Am I dishonest with myself? Am I so blind? To the presence of God? The true light, Spark of eternity?   When I can, I breathe clean air Into my … Source: Subtle Reminder © Brad Cairns 3/09/16