assumption ~

Featured

Tags

, , , , , , , , ,

look for me here_edited

would that you knew me
one night on the run –
out past the place fences
were strung
out past the memory
of all we’ve become –
tis a place
you knew me this way

as light
through a bonnet of cedar
and vine –
beckoning planets
the color of jade
bound us together
beyond what was lost –
tears fell a river
of rain

ribbons and lace
the burden of grace –
cigarettes burned down
the barn
dare my assumption
for all I held dear –
as near to my heart
once the stars

. . .

all we knew of love ~

Tags

, , , , , , , ,

I feel the blush
of a million sighs
whene’er I walk this road
as witness to the place
I go alone

when comes the blaze
of afternoon –
shades I recognize
are laced between the branches
falling round

reminders of another time
was all we knew of love –
sycamore and maple
spinning down

silence rings
in memories –
as close to now was then
whispers falling
echoes met by stone
one hundred years of living
reflected in your eyes
lifetimes come –
ten thousand
dusty roads

. . .

make a wish with me ~

Tags

, , , , , , , , , , ,

 

make sense of me
when I cannot –
read my story o’er
throw me in the fountain
– make a wish with me
for more
then tell them how
tell them everything
you dared believe once true
of how it was I sought
and where I found you
of lifetimes passed
and moments spread
to breach the will of time
whispers made to blankets
as you were made to mine
shared a breath
became a secret –
of lives before this one is spent
longing forgave the kiss
became
a holy sacrament

. . .

the long way back ~

Tags

, , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

in another place
I was –
crushed beneath the shadows
bowing down my head
chasing truths
do you remember
how it was –
the giving in to silence
as the echo of ten thousand
tired boots
a night succumb
to whispers –
a morning without shame
lights beyond the highway
burning sand
do you remember
was I with you
when the mountains
fell around
as waters rushed
to fill an empty land
I know you now
as I knew you then
another life
with nothing changed
this sweet goodnight
bathed in light
is reason
why we came

. . .

clementine and ash –

Tags

, , , , , , , ,

there’s a cloud
above the meadow
where ancient starlings spin
twelve across
as one
their feathers glide
slicing through my morning
a reflection of the sun
as cedars press around
on every side

clementine and ash
are twisted by the barn
a piece of lace
left over from the spring
crickets come alive
for a pleasure
born of shade
and I still lie awake
to hear them sing

. . .

a moment more for me ~

Tags

, , , , , , , , , , ,

when I’ve forgotten
will you promise
to carry all I love
into another day –
another life

when I’ve let the image go
of the oak
outside my door –
the smell of wood smoke
drifting through the pines

will you carry
will you tarry –
a moment more for me
when I’ve forsaken
every proof
of time

will you reminisce
as I have now –
on places I was loved
on dreams
I hope you dream
enough to find

a place apart
from everything –
a light where there are none
solace in these
memories
of mine

. . .

of every moment made ~

Tags

, , , , , , , , , , , , ,

mercy finds us
sorely tempted –
at the end of letting go
clinging
as the final light
to fade

tis then
within our darkness
we remember why we came
and what is left
of every moment
made

regardless
our surrender –
or the lack of one to give
days are counted
back to us
the same

as keepers
sworn to memory
gifted us this way
as lifetimes
recollected
by name

. . .

nothing much to spare ~

Tags

, , , , , , , , ,

is this the day
I might have traded
for another life somewhere
cotton sheets
and sunday morning –
with nothing much
to spare

melodies
you played to me
are stretched along the line
as the scent
of summer storms
swirls beneath
the pines

a crooked board
a broken cup –
rings I’ve traced before
moments I was wanting
for another –
so much more

whispers bind
my life of pieces –
and everything is new
hands are fit together
as I’m falling
into you

. . .

of time ~

Tags

, , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

for every sorrow
I was traded –
for a wish
beneath the stars
a breath
that was my pillow
spared of dreams
words
are given pardon
and a place
I still belong –
carried me
cross every night
between

becoming this
a lover’s rite
spun into a page –
verses wrapped
in verses
senseless rhyme
remembered
to another
where destinies
entwined –
wishes fell
to break the spell
of time

. . .