words I wanted back ~

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had i wishes
yet to squander
graces
mine to give
smiles without a reason
to concede
kisses left for ransom
give and give some more
half the cost of letting go
was every sigh
between
the place we fell
fate for trade
when nothing more was come
grief to stain my pillow
dig the hole
fill my heart with daggers
words i wanted back
to ease the hunger
building
in my soul

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distances too fragile ~

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she held winter
in her apron –
snowflakes on a string
a touch of something
magic
she restored
seeds of revolution
weary wicked vine –
she bit her lips
whene’er she willed
for more
of distances
too fragile –
love where weeds permit
roses pressed to walls
yesterday
she walked beyond
what made her longing easy –
wanting for another
to wonder why
she came

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sit the night with red ~

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we poured blues
in shades of black –
thunder raining down
broken chords
ancient words
married to my soul
famously
a rebel
could sit the night with red
held against a dreamer
lines to fit
just so

a poet slept
and there i fell
lost within the rhyme
made of then
much better –
than ever I could say
strings stretched tight
across my bow
breath beneath the pine
as fingers found
a memory
to play

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before the time of you ~

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where was i
remembered –
as dew along the path
mosses where only briar grew
a slave to my intention
guarding passion
like a salve
was only me –
before the time of you

remembered us
the best of us
rust
as solace shared
let me be
hold me near
to places you are broken
the scar i gave
i didn’t mean
was anguish letting go
where rocks have grown
to fill the path
we know

another day
remembered me
for every promise made
glimmers of forever
signs before you came
let me be
honor me
with places you adore
a dream you shared
one summer night –
stilled my heart
for more

your touch
a trace of madness
stories sure to tell
empty skies
purple ribbon mornings
stars we plucked from rivers
as they fell
beyond our sight
was there i found you
waiting
carving shadows
into light

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songs I cannot hear ~

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are there songs
the swallow knows –
as breath against my ear
the poetry of doves
who can hear
a string of lines
only pines
are made to understand
notes beneath
the silences I fear

story yet unwritten
leaves
of yesterday –
moments stretched
to fill eternity
a touch
falls unnoticed
as wings upon the sea –
to find I never told you
what I whispered
to the breeze

are there words
I’ve still to ponder –
trapped beneath my skin
truths to breach the night
lest I pretend
there is nothing left
to make a noise
no feelings I can hide
songs I cannot hear
above the tide

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still to fall ~

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of nothing
not much do I have
tho i beg you
to take what you will
go without speaking
let me a kiss
the warmth of your name
still burning
my lips

of boxes
and winters
ten thousand years
i made of my life
one sweet yesterday –
coffee left stains
on the floor
where I knelt
burning my secrets
away

echoes
are scattered
high on a shelf
where once I kept photos
pieces of us
stored without thought
to where we might be –
or how far the stars
still to fall

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a breath between goodbyes ~

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sometimes –
I love the word
tho it alludes me –
sometimes i feel
sometimes i love
sometimes
is ne’er enough
to imagine life sufficient
to take it all apart
where ribbons cut across
my tender heart
forever is more telling
tho rarely sounds the same
when rolling off my tongue –
a brittle lie
forever waits
beyond the ache
eternity implies
where still i yearn
for sometimes –
a breath between
goodbyes

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how the curtains fell ~

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sunrise burns
beyond the steeple spire
melting every doubt
I’ve held between
the moment
you were taken back
breath you stole away
e’en now my hands
deny the warmth
you gifted me
that day
words no longer
flatter
poison for my tongue
yet still I taste
your name upon my lips
a prayer
I’ve not forsaken
a sigh
repeated sweet
pressed within the memory
of evermore
a kiss

do you remember
how the curtains fell
to let the starlight in

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