Craig Froman > Quotes

“I am a waning bird
encased in a glass sphere;
I cannot see my prison,
and my cries no one can hear.”
― Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal From the Edge of Darkness

“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, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal From the Edge of Darkness

“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, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal From the Edge of Darkness

“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, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal From the Edge of Darkness

“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, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal From the Edge of Darkness

“Peace is not found in the sea.
It is found when I dream of eternity.”
― Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal From the Edge of Darkness

“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, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal From the Edge of Darkness

“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, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal From the Edge of Darkness

“I touched the moon last night;
a golden glow beyond my grasp.
Eons before me it rested there.
It will remain when I am dust.
My hand now glows from the embrace.
Voices echo through nights past,
and with the glow, caress my face.
My finger faints from what will last.
Alone I am; alone secure;
the moon will last when I am gone.
A Master set it in its’ place,
to move the tide, refresh the dawn.
Unnumbered eyes have felt its rest;
have looked upon reflected light.
My heart is moved away from pain;
I touched the moon last night.”
― Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal From the Edge of Darkness

“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, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal From the Edge of Darkness

“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, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal From the Edge of Darkness

“But with what wonder has the season come?
Its treasure lies in earthen ships,
that carry dreams across the foam.
And how your memory of Sarah rapes
the fleshly heart that once bore scenes,
now veiled in smoky stains of tears;
it cries as on its crutches leans,
and ever fills itself with fears.
Be born anew to taste the sky
Lay waste cocoon and upwind fly.”
― Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal From the Edge of Darkness

“If only I had feathered wings,
that could bend and curve and reach,
beyond imagined dreams,
unhindered by the weight of earth.”
― Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal From the Edge of Darkness

“O, the sorrow of us all,
to wander the earth in a shell.
And looking to the heavens,
we lay to rest in hell.
The suffering of the innocent
in the midst of Jacob’s well.
How the miles fled between us,
and that distance is still great.
Though on the same shore we now sit,
in temporal quietude to wait.
The moon is our bright witness;
it will lead us to the gate.”
― Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal From the Edge of Darkness

“A gardener is like a prophet looking out on a barren land and saying, ‘I see corn on that hill, and beans beneath the grove, and lavender in the field, and over there some roses by the brick wall.’ Don’t you think that’s what a good friend should be like? A truly good friend is one who can look at our bare lives and see the fruit of what will one day come from deep inside us.”
― Craig Froman, Of Secrets, Spiders & and the End of the World

“Look out there, my little princess,” he called down to her. “These plants are only the very tip of the earth’s treasures, almost like hairs on her head. She hides so many other secrets deep within her, and one day, if you’re lucky, you may find some of them.”
― Craig Froman, Of Secrets, Spiders & and the End of the World

“Playful footsteps, a child’s footsteps
dance over mud and mire.
What seems a horror to eyes of age,
brings joy to a child’s fire.”
― Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal From the Edge of Darkness

“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, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal From the Edge of Darkness

“Golden bars make no less a prison
than a coffin on a hill.
And in caged reformation,
one wanders aimless still.
The rafters now a recollection
of sacred suppression.
How the morning dawn
strikes mourning confession.
Now Death yields a harvest
of the living masses.
We walk toward its path
no earthly power surpasses.”
― Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal From the Edge of Darkness

“A thousand years ago or more
They opened up the devil’s door
And a cwene of dark and death
Crawled out, and creeping stole our breath
And we’ve been hiding ever-more.”
― Craig Froman, Of Secrets, Spiders & and the End of the World

“Nineteen secrets, nineteen stones,
nineteen branches, nineteen bones,
untold wonders in a day
breathing deep under stone and clay.”
― Craig Froman, Of Secrets, Spiders & and the End of the World

“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, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal From the Edge of Darkness

“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, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal From the Edge of Darkness

“A pebble thrown in a pool
may ripple from end to end,
but tossed into the sea,
it is swallowed by enormity.”
― Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal From the Edge of Darkness

“Daniel seems to rise above the moon with a brilliance in his eyes. He steps toward the sea and screams, more in defiance than rage.
“Mortality; O wretched death and mortality!
Decay is a demon dream, schemed in symmetry.
O, that death crucified might halt its talons,
for all will ascend from the grave!
Remember the fallen, the slain; their dust is our foundation.
Consider their suffering and pain; for there lies a new creation.”
― Craig Froman, An owl on the moon: A journal from the edge of darkness

“First we molt,
then spin a web,
after this we weave,
until our food is dead.
Next dancing a jig,
And waiting for a meal,
Then we wrestle a bit
Til we sit and eat our fill.”
Captain Muntweight”
― Craig Froman, Of Secrets, Spiders & and the End of the World

“We live as emotional transients in a world of isolation. Oh, if I could only borrow back so many wasted moments, but only the arrogant have no regrets; so much is paid for with borrowed time.

The infant road,
the child’s path,
in the rising tide of the day,
is the aged road
the dying path,
in the dusk where mortals play.”
― Craig Froman, An owl on the moon: A journal from the edge of darkness

“Above this crystal pool are rows of lighted candles, flames flickering in the wind. Carved orange lanterns line the crags.
O, ignisfatuus,
foolish fire.
O, the lantern
in the mire.
Spirits quaking
with the light,
demon darkness,
far too bright.
Orange whispers,
yellow cries;
ever-haunting,
numb good-byes.
Good-bye, O childhood;
Farewell, my nickel joys.”
― Craig Froman, An owl on the moon: A journal from the edge of darkness

“Daniel? Daniel...of what use are the bones of saints? Of what great interest to me are their dusted stories of day?” I stand at a dreadful distance.
He speaks,
“Silent stones of granite hue;
enveloped now in sacred dew.
Speak somber words of restless hope...
of resurrection.”
I hear the hushings of the wind in a rhythmic silence, and turn to see a friar’s lantern on a distant ridge.”
― Craig Froman, An owl on the moon: A journal from the edge of darkness

“The influence of William Shakespeare on the English language and literature can hardly be
exaggerated. His life spanned A.D. 1564 to 1616 and he made a name for himself as a poet and playwright. Creating such memorable works as Romeo and Juliet and Hamlet, he has
become the most-quoted author of the English-speaking world. Because of this, many of the words and phrases he used or coined are still in use today. His plays are still studied and performed.”
― Craig Froman, Children's Atlas of God's World