burn away ~

26 Sunday May 2013

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summer spares
the sleepy earth
carried as the spring
– was passed one day
between the noon and five
brighter my
illusion
of almost anything
I might have said
last sunday
as goodbye

made worse
for ever giving
what it took so long to say
the fields may burn away
beneath my bed
time has nothing
meant to keep –
begs us love or go
the winds
are sure to find me far
the last –
the best I know

there’s more than ache
in hurting –
more soul within the song
tho no one hears
but me –
don’t make it wrong
leaving left
to one last fate
– one more hold me near
the past is nothing
worth the keeping
here

. . .

left to tell ~

25 Saturday May 2013

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of worth
I have no season
no story left to tell
of roads I walked –
of lives beyond the veil
of streets
unnamed to history
a touch
recalls me still
where all I’ve known
of loving is revealed
into the page
where shadows fall
night birds weep and storm
into the swell where black
the locust swarm
with memory
of where I lay
and secrets I embraced
flannel sheets
are forests wrapped in lace
as once I was
remembered me
for reasons I’m not sure
kept within the circles
ancient sight
mystery of passion –
my wilderness afire
wings are raised
immortal to the night

. . .

Author’s Note: I’ve spent many a day
in search of an image for this, and have none to
show. Only this. Close your eyes – yes, that’s
the one.

. . .

such as this ~

25 Saturday May 2013

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beyond this sun
another wakes
with memory of the first
– of ancient moons
made sweeter
by my thirst

beyond this light
a brighter way
than e’er I passed before
is kept awake
– my dreams
of dreaming more

than once again
my love concedes
to plead
my case anew
reminders of a life
before I knew

returned by breath
a kinder truth
than e’er my soul resist
– beginning life
eternal
from moments
such as this

. . .

ways of memory ~

25 Saturday May 2013

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how many lifetimes
written there
in scars across my plains
aware the soul
in seas
beneath the sea

somewhere else
kept just beyond
the places I recall
comes from time to time
a memory

into these hands
undone –
these wrongs
some sweeter everafter
than I e’er I knew
my staying to absolve

were sin desired
to wake again
in living
swills of laughter –
fading as I am
to scars
unknown

. . .

moments (yet) ~

20 Monday May 2013

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were moments
to awaken –
your voice upon my skin
as secrets
whispered low –
became my light

flush against
the almost life –
of somewhere
love awaiting
hands to touch –
words we lost that day

broken verse
as sunlight traveled –
caught by falling angels
shadows passed
to shadow –
one we’ll be

held aside
for reasons –
longing knows too well
light recalls
the sweetest night
– lifetimes
loving so

. . .

forgotten to dream ~

19 Sunday May 2013

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forever of taking
a step beyond night –
where heavenly angels
take tea
with the stars
warmed by the dreams
I’d forgotten to dream –
and given to name
what I knew
of my fears

to choose
without choosing –
a touch nearly gone
yields to these hands
a sweet ancient
way –
reaching to bloom
in colors of song
as one now the map
of soul
unbetrayed

. . .

reason to go ~

18 Saturday May 2013

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leaves without color
tho falling the same
are cut thru the light to the heart –
stilled by the comfort
of sorrows unknown –
and others
we carry by name

a little white river
and old woman feet
stories of long ago taking
as fields were to burn –
still lacking in grace
forgiveness
a place –
tho we never knew why

there would come
of our promise
a reason to go –
and miles without knowing
the ways we had come –
watching the sun
til the stars fell between

sheets we let dry
on the ground

. . .

nothing I can say ~

17 Friday May 2013

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how tender
my returning –
a dreamer to the end
narrow ways
go dark
before the dawn
wielded me another truth
story holding still
weary grace
within my silence sits

calm
against the clawing
as ringing now
the bell
tho somewhere I am come
in search of light –
suffering a shadow
raked into the fields –
blazing red in grief
for winter golds

marry me
before I say
will be my last surrender
a garden of intent
is wilted there
cut the vines and lean the fence
near to worlds
of waiting –
as light to pierce
the only name
I wear

. . .

aging lace ~

17 Friday May 2013

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for years
I thought to leaving
some rush into the night
would heal my heart –
and bear me to the light
a silver moth
of aging lace
surrendered to the flame
circles ’round me
gathering
the same

as was before
some other me –
some witness I can’t speak
of love I know
would beckon me –
beyond the realm of sleep
as stones were laid
beside me there –
as purple paper worn
now and then –
are light
before the morn

with wonder to the reasons
why I keep
what I can’t find
when all I’ve known
is leaving you
behind
peacocks march
a broken porch –
smoke rings chill the dark
lines are drawn –
and still I run across

the moment
of permission –
the corner where I stood
wishing you
and swearing you no good
but for me
a truth unspoken
gives pause most every time
I find the gate left open
while making up
my mind

. . .

gathering dust ~

16 Thursday May 2013

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of the knowing
this is something –
(something more than we pretend)
the way is still
and here we are again
courting everafter
as the price for letting go
roads to gather
dust –
into our soul

patterns into stories
wishes into lies –
as songs to sing
(if e’er the lights go out)
held against the southern red
melted into clay –
secrets
spun with words
to kiss away

choices made
and losses lost –
burdens floating free
became a star
and there (I sew) your name
warm into my wilderness
breath against my sting
flowers float
(as silence)
into wing

. . .