heretofore ~

for every path
another comes
a journey unintended –
sacred truths
of spruce and evergreen
wrapped in fragrant blossom –
moss and ancient waters
heretofore a destiny
unseen

choices where
it seemed were none
loss once deemed as prize
evermore is witness
to the time we took
in finding –
wandering our way to home
as sorrow
filled our eyes

moments held
above the rest –
souvenirs and trinkets
a flight we missed
another dream set sail
highways running
north to south –
a gravel road to nowhere
miles to make
another truth to tell

. . .

never ours to lose ~

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forgive my heart
for failing –
arms for letting go
denied the faith
for more than want –
some other fate
to know

when all is lost
remember this –
love I keep for you
hands resolved
to holding
what was never ours
to lose

take and know
for all that was
remains
within my heart
years succumb to living
lifelines split
apart

pressed as one
into the glass –
truth negating time
a kiss
to haunt my whisper
breath the same
as mine

. . .

evidence the ways ~

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how much of fate
was mine to choose
evidence the ways
folded maps –
another truth betrayed
how many stars
were broken
from their path across the night
fell as wishes –
one more turn
at life

what of this
I understand –
how much I learn anew
without a moment here
being loved by you
as wishes wait
a time
a place to be
here the same was I
seeking destiny

. . .

beyond the sun ~

within the dark
where drift the stars
few are given name
for only in the falling
some are found
let not a prayer
be wasted
a night with arms outspread
pointing to a light
beyond the sun
wherein the answers
glisten
silver blue and gold
memories the heart
has dared to hold
as fleeting as a wish was made
pressed into the dark
a sigh
wherein eternity
is come

. . .

silence earned ~

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when bells
are nearly broken
tho chords
are hanging still
when the choir
folds together
with their silks
when hymns are dashed
as silence earned
banging on
our knees
sore and bruised
the busted
falling down
when truth
we swore would save us
becomes the last
we seek
as walls to spy
flame is all
we breathe
curses pulled
around us
pleas for something
more
to ease the ache
of missing –
to find
what we came for

. . .

Author’s Note:  Sometimes there is no image worthy of the words.  Sometimes, I fall willingly.