Craig Froman Quotes

#1. This morning I breathe iced air,
and wander toward the waves.
For a moment I live without care;
a moment all my heart craves.

Craig Froman

#2. Wander with intent
into a garden glorious.
Walk with double brisk
upon edenic paths.
Flee the cursing fear
that lights upon your eye.
Seize the twisted dream
that strangles earth and sky.

Craig Froman

#3. In freedom you form in utter disgrace,
the bars of my prison this night.
While you drift on currents of seraphim heights,
it is I who deserve to take flight.

Craig Froman

#4. If only I had feathered wings,
that could bend and curve and reach,
beyond imagined dreams,
unhindered by the weight of earth.

Craig Froman

#5. I roamed alone;
O, barren dreams.
My echoed voice,
what lonely comfort.
Here is my salvation:
I hear the triumph drum;
the rhythm of the rising,
the long-awaited sun.

Craig Froman

#6. I walk the sand alone,
and feel it stirring as I roam,
upon this breathing earth,
where wave on wave begins new birth.
I sense a grand facade,
where colors paint the hand of God.
And in remorseful pain,
I dance the stones of bitter strain.

Craig Froman

#7. I am a waning bird
encased in a glass sphere;
I cannot see my prison,
and my cries no one can hear.

Craig Froman

#8. Deep blackness waits outside;
a veiled inferno it attempts to hide.
We see no more than dark clouds growing,
but set inside, a fire is glowing.

Craig Froman

#9. The winged beasts and angels know, that mortals cannot fly.
But how I flew to see the sun; a broken bird am I.

Craig Froman

#10. Then, as a single snowflake flares and flickers upon voicing its final breath, so two eyes make silent conversation with mine. A face as iridescent as candle-fire purls verse and poetry. My eyes read her every intent as a wave of recollections floods my senses.

Craig Froman

#11. Peace is not found in the sea.
It is found when I dream of eternity.

Craig Froman

#12. Some say the ocean roars,
I hear it ever weeping.
Weep, ocean, weep for those gone before.
Weep, O sea, for the open graves that fill your shore.

Craig Froman

#13. A pebble thrown in a pool
may ripple from end to end,
but tossed into the sea,
it is swallowed by enormity.

Craig Froman

#14. I long to drift through turquoise skies;
race the wind in rampant flight.
Ruddy chains have framed my eyes,
they seize my heart and stain the light.

Craig Froman

#15. To your simple existence, do not boast;
merely to breathe or move or think is not to live.
The shore of the sea is but a ghost,
compared to the depth its wholeness gives.
You exist in the miry foam;
make the ocean depths your home.

Craig Froman