scarlet thread ~

how many lives
were paid for this –
by chance
we love again
broken in the middle
but stitched across the brow
linked by fates
a scarlet thread
arms that hold you
now
how many mornings
reminisced
how many times returned
a place that bears
an imprint of our love
remember
how I whispered –
with ne’er a thought
to leave
weakened by the way
you said my name
eternity can never
be enough

. . .

took the place of memory ~

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were it mine
to offer
a future undefined
light
to ease the edges
of your night
had I wings
the ancient kind
to spread across the skies
might I hold you
captive then –
bound by this
desire

were it now
a life resumed –
come to steal my sleep
took the place
of memory –
burned within a dream
were we more
than once declared
a sigh beneath the timbers
arms still ache
with missing
my heart
was yours –
remember

. . .

the right to feel ~

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these hands
have nurtured promise
and still
they let you go –
were not a lack
of privilege
to love you so
garnered fate –
feared your heart
might change the weight
of life –
prayed when there was
nothing
to defend
these hands
they’ve earned
the right to feel –
graced
a tender land
yearned for one last
mystery
with grace to
understand
you were mine
and I was here –
who shall write the rest
caught within your
wishes –
warmed beneath
your breath

. . .

by design ~

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for graces
I’ve forgotten –
blessing without shame
paths I took
another day –
delivered me
the same

tho now my heart
is loosened
by the weight of
yesterdays
love I held much longer
than choice
to give away

of starry nights
loving arms –
gifted by design
mornings when
another sun
broke through –
a moment of forever
holy mine

a sacred truth
is written here –
to my soul
and on my face
hands I’ve held
names I keep –
as evidence
of grace

. . .

nights I prayed for this ~

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lest I reach
across the dark
chasing shadows
chasing you
lest I fall
without permission
to be saved
when I speak
of longing scattered
by years
wherein we lay –
might you wonder
of a promised
one more day

lest I sleep
and give our story
to sheets
they never tell
of the ways I came
nights I prayed
for this
lest I dream
and no one notice
what was left behind
of me –
lest my truth be lost
to words
beyond my need

. . .

still to go ~

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what of this
was ever mine –
in living I laid claim
when ages pass
and tears are dried
who will know
my name

how long before
my voice is fade
and every word denied
would that this verse
be written o’er
or washed beneath
the tide

how long have I
a day
a year –
whatever grace allows
to keep what I
am keeping –
names I speak aloud

so many now
the gates are loosed –
tis not for me to know
of dreams beyond
this dreaming –
places still
to go

. . .

spirits I have spoken ~

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pressed
into the pages
here my story lies
a sacred bloom
once crimson
sweet perfume
I close my eyes
and once again
rest beneath the boughs
spied upon
by eyes in search
of mine
melody of nature
music of the trees
ancients raise
a silver canopy
to catch the light
surrendered
by ten thousand
dreamed before
spirits I have spoken
here my heart
a blossom as a kiss
resolved –
as dear my own to taste
the fragile scent
of memory
remains

. . .

to the promise of winter ~

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forever
I’m bound
to the promise
of winter
a breeze where
November now sleeps
caught a whirlwind
of scarlet embraces
wishes
leaves
as the sun
turned around
a pause in becoming
light through
the branches
a stutter
of breath remembers
me why
billions of years
save one
I am holding –
recalled every time
I was found

. . .

the search of constellations ~

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had time
herself delayed
for to listen as my love
what freedoms come
to swallow up your fears
release as I
once promised
wings returned to flight
a dark
beyond the search
of constellations
wishes falling round
denied a place
to keep
ashes white with snow
adorn the path
had time delayed
forever –
one minute more
for me
wherever now my wings
are sworn to reach

. . .