fields of ash ~

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how much of me
still wonders
at this place
we’ve come to be
how many years –
miles
we put behind
how much will i remember
when my days
are all but done
will i recall the light
found burning
in your eyes
remember me
this destiny
when all the rest are gone
fields of ash
winter wheat mistaken
let for this
another grieve
how i loved you so
saved my heart
from wondering
for long

. . .

far from this beginning ~

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had i waited
this
a moment more
than twilight turning red
had i listened
as night birds
drew their sighs
had i known
that heaven makes a place
near enough to breathe
to understand
the depths
where love can be
had i traded
every sorrow
when my grief was newly formed
had i bled of tears
a canyon of restraint
had i known before
you would come
to save of me the best
so far from
this beginning
would i wait

. . .

almost but never gone ~

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last i knew
the creek was gone
weeds to hide the barn
a falling down
as rivers from the sky
miles beyond
remember this
solace of surrender
silence sworn
to distances between
fuel of forgotten
lives
hastened by a truth
someone stole
my heart
and let me live
loved beneath
the jealous eyes
of jupiter and mars
gathered as a moment
almost
but never gone

save me one last time
or let me dream

. . .

futures to uncover ~

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As promise given
soul to soul –
as sunlight to the shadows –
would for the truth
I burst into a flame –
and leave my mark of cinder –
charcoal
memories etched –

How could I know
the rest of me
was you

Before the past
is ever passed
as futures to uncover –
a moment there
pretending not to be –
A breath in time
but I confess
forever stretched to fill it –
leaving thought
to guard the days
between

Eternity –
a place began
by whispers sworn to silence
Dare I speak
and hear your voice again

Words can never garner
a story so familiar –
you close your eyes
and I resign to sleep

. . .

ached ~

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how will i remember
when pieces
are lost
when the box i once owned
burned last july
how will i know
what of love
i have carried
when robbed of the warmth
of your hand
wrapped in mine
how will i know
love was for keeping
when the light
on my porch
has burned out
how will i see
through the dawn
to remember
it is you
i have ached –
coming home
for me now

. . .

the ways i remember ~

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by the ways
i remember –
a path through the pines
all i could see
was the light
of your eyes –
a tender come home
melting the miles
by the ways
i remember –
you there
a hand folded softly
with mine
dreams planted sweetly
to heart –
distance
not so
the place
where i still
tender your longing
to moments divine –
a resounding
come home
echoes soft
through the pines

. . .