Even now, despite the time
That's gone by since you were mine
I find at quiet moments
In my heart

That you've never left me, for
In my heart there is no door

Can I write you
May I slip into your eyes
In search of words to describe

Can I move as a soft caress
Upon your skin
So as to fill my pages

Can I bathe within
The trance of your beauty

A million threads now woven
With no single thread ever revealing
What web it intended to weave

Each thread seemed
A pleasured friend upon its arrival
Granting my desires and wishes

No different am I than any else, I seek what others seek:
The path that leads to ‘Life’ amidst a world so dark and bleak.

At last
I pause at eventide
To take rest amidst the shadows
Of the setting sun

And as I watch
I cannot help but ponder…
What could be the meaning
Of the falling leaves before me

Of a truth, some souls reside deservedly in Hell, but most…simply end up there

…Jeff Bresee

LOOKING BACK

Now, at the end, looking back

The Savior walked on water
The Savior raised the dead
The Savior healed the blind and lame
And then the Savior said

That those who would believe in Him
Could do such things and more

Long pressing

Bears the weight of the falling world around me

Over tinkered days and hollowed years

Has the growing spiral of downward turn

Unwound before my eyes

Whatever so lightly glides over

The edge of my skin

Controlling my breath

Removing my will

Too close to you have I drawn

But I have desired of ages to be

Drawn in

Even as the night has drifted softly upon me

Distilling its emptiness

So also has your memory

In silence

Crept from within the walls

Wrapping me in the velvet cloak

With childhood eyes, reflecting
Clear mountain day, remembering
Fresh cut hay, reviving
Together we’d play, etching
Memories never to be forgotten

The morning crisp, awakening

Searching for a God who believes the way you do

Searching for those who will be your friend

Searching for love…period

…Jeff Bresee

My heart aches with
No reason why
Though life is full
These tears I cry

Those who are near
Don’t understand
At times with them
I even stand

I’ve searched and sought

Much time I now spend, watching.

Watching as others pass by, living.

Living their lives.

I watch not for care of wanting to know them,

Or even so as to learn from what they do and say.

I have nothing more to write
I have nothing else to give
I have nothing left inside
I have no reason to live

I have everything that’s precious
I hold everything that’s dear