24 Tuesday Feb 2015
Posted in a time for telling, Poetry
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beauty, breath, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, dreams, faith, grace, gravel roads, life, love, old maps, passion, spirit, understanding, value, wisdom
I’ve no cause
this grace
to squander
another kiss
for one more grave
nameless dates
to honor nothing
lest for joys
one tear be saved
as sparrows
carved of time
and cedar
roost beneath
an endless night
dreams awake
beyond the dreamer –
wrapped in cords
of sacred light
. . .
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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tornadoday 
“…dreams awake
beyond the dreamer…”
Ahh……., yes…, just out of reach…, always ! ……..xo
me
or not………perhaps we live in the place we dreamed of yesterday…….
I love your words but have to admit the second verse, though perfect in its rhythm, escapes my understanding…
I’m not even sure I know, Frederick, or if I could explain it. As I read it now, I only think to myself – there are things we know because we know……… feelings without need for word. Those are the things of poetry, those which settle within our soul. ❤
I see you shaking your head! 🙂
I can smell the cedar and feel the hope.. ❤ xXx
Your comment reminds me of just how much our memories are tied to scent. Maybe even more than music. Wood smoke, cedar, honeysuckle, wet hay, fresh cut grass – reminders of our beginnings, our eternities. ❤ I love you, my dear Jane. May the softest memories fold kind to your soul.
Yes, scents and heart held memories…like the feel of soft rain Bobbie. Love flowing to you my soulful friend… ❤ xXx