John Daniel Thieme Quotes

we lived depravityand called it truth, silencingour dreaming, andour love, discardingthings holy.

To forget would mean the things we never knewthad never waited to be known, never waitedto be forgotten, had never been; waitingbeneath the long dead starsin time. . .

. . .the sorrows of the heart yearn to be erased, for one final atonementfinite and forgetting and whole—but time in its preservingwill not permit forgetting; destroyingonly when we can no longer begor argue with time to preserve the brief benisonsa few moments longer than our sins

. . .though the names of lovers are forgotten in time, their nameswritten across the sky as ogham threads are tracedbetween the stars

beneath the stars that drift; she sighed and said "Every tale of a love can only be a tale of ghosts that linger in these spaces wecan never hold,"—as the wind gave echo

I wish to go down under the waters—the cool, crystalline waters that I knew, where allthat is, here, existing, isis only to be lost within the susurrationsand the rumours of water and the evening starwe wait for...

. . .in your light, had I learned to love, herettin your beauty, could I speakknowing of this space close withinas the breath held inside a garden rose, there—tthere is no time.

. . .our whispered words, faintly in the darkness, dissolvingwithin the trees—then, fleeting words of consolationwould not suffice if feigned, and flippant wordsconfessed reluctance—our wordswere meaningless uttered on the wind. . .