East of Downtown

                                                                   

                                                                     East of Downtown
                                                                        Dane Anderson  
                                                                       BRNphotography

Rare

                                                                              Rare

  Dane Anderson
  BRNphotography

The films in my head have all gone silent

Forgotten her voice and her touch

With only her image I am reminded,

Ever distorted, I can scarcely make out her face

A blur in the render whenever we embrace

Frozen Like Ghosts

Though these are just
The ramblings of a mad man left to die
A ghost in his own world
That her spring once spied...

Frozen Like Ghosts

Dane Anderson

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Fingers of Old Man Winter

Fingers of Old Man Winter

Photo: Dane Anderson

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Fingers crawling slightly
Frosting forms lightly
Then so harsh
Gripping the world tightly
Freezing hopes of a spring to come light me
Cold months groan on in a winter wind sighing
Dreams of warmth come to and fro
Striking me like lightning's glow

Somewhere Between the Clouds and Dreams

Do you think about me?

Do you think about the proposition of us?

We could take the opposition

And live like the world never was

Just you and I out in space, alone in every position

The stars shimmer and light us in their dying explosions

Of diminishing prose and expositions

Do you think about me, and this life I lead?

Do you know you could wake me from the nightmare I see?

And into your sweet dream

Do you think about lying naked on top of me

Underneath the raining stars

Above the glistening sea

-Somewhere Over the Pacific; Dane Anderson

Somewhere Between Clouds and Dreams

Photo: Dane Anderson

BRNphotography

Between Mists And Fire

I watch the quiet mists cling

Like ghost across the tops of the trees

Like the way you touched

And moved beautifully across me

And in the deep woods at night

Were it not for the blue moon light

It would be hard to discern if it all was or wasn’t

Black and white

But the moon illuminates the pines and the bark

The way you would spark and raze the dark

A white curtain waiving away the mystery

There are no words to sufficiently account

For what you did to me

In my memories your touch fades

As does your taste

But the fingers of my thoughts can still trace

Every line of your face

And a couple of times a year

When the wind blows the smell of soft vanilla into the air

Where it will linger

My scalp tingles as it remembers the touch of your fingers

And I’m lifted back up to where I used to be

So high, where you thought to drop me

I hear the rain dancing lightly on my car

And it fires emotions through me

To light my scars

The pressure chokes my throat before building behind my eyes

A rush of warmth much like you on a cold night

Mist Walker

Photo: Dane Anderson

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[BALANCE]

I've walked the vast expanses

Until the calluses cradled my feet

I wandered the winter woods

Until I couldn't feel me

I climbed the snowy peaks

Carrying a lonely soul in me

And I slid the mossy slopes

Ever reluctant to let go

That which I've so longed to see

I've always appreciated

The moonlight on snow

And the striking way it sets

The quiet forest a glow

While ever longing for

The woods I once roamed

I awoke to appreciate

The decadence of home

Olden Days

Photo: Dane Anderson

BRNphotography

First Date

Once upon a time when the world was young

I wandered through the cloud and sun

To find some place where I’d belong

But I came across something in your eyes

Something that took me by surprise

A spark

A fire...

But with you in the dark

With the soft lights quietly aglow

I felt something I’d lost long ago

A hope for a passion, and a love that’s real

I love the way you look,

And I love the way you feel

Your lips are so pleasant

The way you look at me subtly is something

Something so decadent

Date Night

Photo: Dane Anderson

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When the Warm Summer Winds Turn Cold

[Song] (for the Lost Dreams)

When the warm summer winds turn cold

And we’re lost in this world,

It’s forever, and so old

We will dream

Of flying on wings to the sun unseen

Rising as the grace unfolds

Basking in such shades of gold

When the light rain becomes a screen

And its drops, striking your face

Soon trace your features in a stream

Like I had dreamed

Catching your eyes

And pierce the dark with a gleam

Casting the faintest bit of light for me

When dark clouds no longer veil the light

When we are over the comforts of night

And found what has ever been out of sight

Our dreams

Of air that is kind and warm

We wont have to feel

The bitter cold any more

Photograph:

Where Old Dreams End

Dane Anderson

Between the Warmth and the Cold (Another New Name Again)

The warm summer wind

Is something like the way you’d touch my skin

Flooding memories never made again

It’s almost like you’re here and then

In the rain dotting the window

You’re tracing your fingers slow
Obscuring the view

And all I hope to feel is you

Photograph:

The Border, Where the Horsemen Don't Ride

Dane Anderson

Love I Needed

You are that moment

When the atmosphere is just right

And the sounds of the rain on the windows

With the wind over the chimes

Would coalesce and coincide

Set against a gray, darkening sky

Or a slight moment of chill

On a warm summer’s night

And you had stirred something I had never felt

Something I’d been afraid to find

I shroud my soul in mystery

To hide my misery

Blur the lines to complicate my history

And a vacant stare so maybe

No one will know just what you did to me

A renewed appreciation for mortality

While I kept watch over eternity

Only to end our last night with your tear drops

Sweetly sad in a candle lit dark

You regretted everything didn’t you

And you knew

What you were going to put me through

Why did you let me love you

It wasn’t out of the kindness of your heart

Because kindness doesn’t exist in a vacuum

With barely an apology you did it anyway

You took my breath away

And I’ve been dying to get it back

Trying to get on track

Flying through the howling dark

Straight to hell and back

Physical possessions are just temporary dreams

Quite inconsequential,

When I lost you…I lost everything