blur ~

15 Friday Mar 2013

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was a moment
of surrender –
when fall became
the spring
as juniper –
a clash of snowy flakes

songs that I remember
in the silence
sang to me
a fallen lark
of nature’s arguing

o’er what was his
and where was mine
in all this circumstance
inchworms blur
the pages –
bleed the vine

tiny yellow seeds
are just
beyond my touch
tho sometimes
I can hear them in my sleep

making plans
for summer –
found a ribbon yesterday
will bind my heart
to petals
when they fall

. . .

rainbows ~

14 Thursday Mar 2013

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beyond the scars
of venus –
I find you there each night
beneath the pines
along some silver shore
wearing names
I never knew –
(cept for one I keep)
there we live
as there we love
the more

for every life
was passed between
for every word unsaid
tides are breaking –
echoes spill the dark
as comfort o’er the longing
for one more day (or two)
leaves are falling
(rainbows)
souls into the light

beyond and still
within this realm
where dreaming (my embrace)
time is but a fleeting
thought to be
guarded by my pillow
worn the blankets mute –
cedars rise
(as altars) to the sea

of sweet abode
(o tender mine)
tis not so far away
could measure less
the countless times I’ve known
recalled to life
another there –
beyond the reach of tides
stars (forgot to shining)
still carry me
to home

. . .

my best ~

14 Thursday Mar 2013

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I’ll call you
in the morning
when there’s all day to forget
the ease with which
my words are lost again
– the almost
didn’t say it
of another time I knew
yet spoke so soft
my secrets bruised
your skin

I’ll call you when
the sun is turned
warm against my face –
forsaken every chance
to move along
discovering
the only path
– tho how
I’m meant to wonder
with nothing sure –
sleep can’t hold me long

I’ll call you over coffee
and do my best
to breathe

. . .

melody ~

13 Wednesday Mar 2013

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some day –
and there
forever speaks
in words we understand
pardoned by our differences –
true to one command

ignoring every reason
to betray these ties we own
when given one
our brother still –
tis more than flesh and bone

the sparrow
in his crowded roost
the locust just below
creatures all
but beating yet
a melody we know

was breathed to each
to make us one –
restores our faith to see
beyond the strain of living
is here –
eternity

in golden boughs
and tender haunts
our legacy begins –
as life beyond our living
comes the story
without end

forgotten curse
of seasons passed
in bitterness
and pain
gathered now
with earnest –
the reasons to remain

as part
of all –
within this grace
of places we define
no greater love
than giving –
shall tend the soul
divine

. . .

from here ~

13 Wednesday Mar 2013

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from the first
I knew of loving –
was a truth
I swore to find
cowboy boots
and hand me down
sheets hung on the line

amazing grace
and one more taste
of night
before the dawn
promise poured to places
rarely seen
finger painted fortunes
prophets tell about –
heaven waits confession
of our dreams

a star or two
you never knew –
the universe from here
come the flame
I know by name
when nights are cold
and clear

melody of mandolins
as fireflies are spilled
– lanterns
glowing gold above the fields
wishes made
for more than time –
mapping worlds beyond
a compass pointing
gently to our need

take my hand
the water’s cold
the rocks just close enough
to memorize creation
in a fallen
constellation

– as seekers trace
the light to know
our love
…

you remember ~

12 Tuesday Mar 2013

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on the wake
of eternity
blue casts a shadow
where time keeps the past
without room for restraint

poised on the page
of sweet revelation
of all that I am
but a handful of grain

so tell me
your stories
write of the reasons
and who held your sorrows
to light for a while

of voices returning
by way of the bark –
and paths cleared anew
by the wild

thrill me with tales
of mysteries starting
books without words
and stars
without place –

of night owls
and herons
nesting as one
in a strange yellow bush
by your gate

tell me you’re leaving
but hold me just once
the way
(you remember)
to keep

I’ll build a fire
at the edge of the night
a reminder of time
‘lest eternity
sleep

. . .

the same as I ~

12 Tuesday Mar 2013

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across
into this southern still
wherein the last wild goose
has flown –
stretched against the beating drum
distance melts to psalm
played again
on northern flutes
and meant to save
us all

alone
to pen these letters few
will speak of all I know
ancients leaving feathers
on the lawn
whistle as the lessons fall
eager to the rise
stories there
where graces come to word –
memories are stirred
the same as I

steady
as the twilight
perched upon the fence
watches past the time
where life begins to never end
sweeps to reams of maple
every mention
of goodbye –
lullabys we never knew
echo through the dark