of time ~

30 Friday Jan 2015

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of time
I’ve lost track
the measures between
the first
that you held me
the last
to believe

the vow
of forever
an ocean of tears
pushed by the moon
to the shore

forgiving
of everything
nothing is sure –
but the echo
of raindrops
chasing
the sea

. . .

curved against the clay ~

29 Thursday Jan 2015

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for a while
before I knew you well
were ways I walked alone
lonely nights
curved against the clay
lullabies
to only self
of sometimes stories knew
of places I was going
everywhere and
faraway

beyond
the reach
of one more rise –
one more bitter chill
a sacrifice remembered
in my bones
an aged need
to fill my gut
crooked boards and wine
a place beyond
these places
I am known

where once I stood
on tender soles
and watched the dream released
above the lake
in whispers soft and clear
a breath
I scarce remember how
a moment all the same –
turning back the night
to find you
here

. . .

dreamers curse ~

27 Tuesday Jan 2015

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would that I
could love you more
than poets e’er could pen
or dreamers curse
the seasons
come between
arms to overflowing
lips of morning blush
of all I’ve known
no other near the same

awakened
by my sweet caress
breath of winter snow
ashes fall –
to hide the path
again
reason sleeps
where longing
put the bed up long ago
crushed beneath
a silent
let me in

lest touch betray
this faultless fate –
of memories made true
sanctity
denied a sacred vow
a moment cleft
from all the rest
these thoughts
of turning home
another day
ten thousand years
from now

. . .

prayers for courage ~

26 Monday Jan 2015

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alone
there sits
a distant star
was not recalled before
e’en now
my weathered soul
another grieves

tho not by name
repeated
as the sunday plate
is passed
with prayers
for courage
whispered in the dark

where miseries
are not for much
regrets
I’ve heard them say
forsaken
as the want for
might have been
as fate decided
verse
by tender verse

kingdoms
we have lost anew
are scratched into the wood
become as proof
for every little
one

I thought
I might have known you how
surely now again –
lay your head
to listen
on my heart

. . .

Author’s Note: Those who know me (well) know that I sometimes write without
any real understanding of where the words are come. And yet, I do…… I ramble
and I listen.

envy not dreams ~

23 Friday Jan 2015

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bliss, breath, connection, destiny, faith, grace, home, love, memory, nature, old maps, passion, poetry, strength, understanding, wandering, wisdom, wonder

winds
are the same
as once held my secrets
returning as breath –
a season
of trust

stars watch
the path
was made of my wishes
centipede
honeybee
briar
and dust

words
taste the same
as e’er they were
spoken
made sweeter for lives
the silence between

souls bear
the proof
of paradise traveled
a way without squander
would envy not
dreams

. . .

once more beginning ~

21 Wednesday Jan 2015

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of the places
you find me
might this be the last
a fever relenting
as tears
from the past
a once more
beginning
of destinies filled –
are graces unfolded
and reason
revealed

. . .

east of orion ~

15 Thursday Jan 2015

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half past
the time
I thought you were leaving
I saw you
out there
on the night
spinning a fable
from yesterday wishes
held to a shadow
cursed by the light

wraps me in worry
for how
will I find you
watching from somewhere
beyond
east of orion
back o’er my shoulder
– just when
I thought
you had gone

. . .

then another ~

15 Thursday Jan 2015

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in the swell of a moment
eternity waits
denied the protection
of one last embrace
or lives to make more
of what steals us away
a kiss
then another
surrender

as were words
unafraid
the echo of sighs –
filling a silence
so tender
a cold morning after
where longing is saved
by warmth
through the branches

remember

. . .

at the heart of remember ~

14 Wednesday Jan 2015

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there’s a name
at the heart
of every remember
a silence
worn clean
to the bone
the truth
is my story
the ways
of my passing
a path through the wood
where evergreen grows
an abundance
of living
for love to aspire
gathered in bunches
and left by the gate
tied with a ribbon
forgotten by summer
was the first day
all over
again

. . .

home by another ~

10 Saturday Jan 2015

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becoming, connection, faith, family, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, living, love, old maps, passion, seeing in the dark, spirit, strength, truth, understanding

of graces
unwritten –
sands will erase
the places we walked
together
alone
echoes permitted
in time
we return
as hallowed to canyons
shadows to stone

worlds
re-remembered
as ways once we came
home by another
is missing us now
a light
through the curtains
where somebody stays
becoming
in living
all love will allow

. . .