closer than the sorrow ~

03 Monday Jun 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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for every touch
I’ve kept a few
much closer than the sorrow
divine within
I opened then
to something more
than light

lonely shadows
silent dance
closer to my song
baby steps
as stitches cling
piece to tender piece

longing prays
on dusty shelves –
folded soft to linen
forgotten not
the place I keep
my soul

dreamers wake
before the dawn –
and spin the sunlight
walking
wrapped in silken web
memories of night

. . .

part of all ~

02 Sunday Jun 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling, verse

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was here
and for a moment
eternity was passed
as light into the memory
of day

forgotten
where the curtains hung
who would tell them when
or where we loved
some other might have been

to stretch across
forgiven all
the ways
by which we came
with want to speak
of treasures
when gathered there
the same

who will know
who will say –
what proof we leave behind
are part of all we’ve
come to know

– awaiting us
to find

. . .

never heard ~

01 Saturday Jun 2013

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sometimes
I sit
the longest night
in search of other words
nothing ever written
something never heard

would sounding such
so all would hear
would feel the verse within
is given not to rhyme
or line
or seasons to defend

with nothing more
than names I’ve kept
nothing less than love
would roll against the margins
of all I’m fondest of

urges sweet
so few will know
of longing without place
echoes born of loving
worship lost in grace

of moments more than
I have room
within the page
to hold
ten thousand more will follow
another time I’ll know

the feel of home
a rush of pulse –
the comfort of a kiss
ages lost
before I came
were waiting me for this

a time to still
with hands to heart
remember me
this way –
found in unforgotten
words I didn’t say

. . .

story to betray ~

01 Saturday Jun 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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lost
the will
for looking back
a path o’ertook by vine
as strangeness there
forgotten us –
whittles at my time
with never been
and waiting then
the story to betray
when touch was more
than touching –
loving more than lace

I should have known
I never did –
love carries me the same
as lives I lived
somewhere before –
the best of me
remains
belonged to you
held you close –
nights I had no say
of what would last
the morning light
to take my breath
away

of castles dark
or meadows smoke –
now muted into blue
in silent sweet surrender
another time I knew
the words you said
before you spoke –
an echo crushes still
the strength of love
from one –
the next forever
shall reveal