tenderly
petals fall
backwards on forever
colors
once romantic
gently fade
as perfume worn –
a moment lay
soft against my shoulder
endearing
as a fleeting promise
made
. . .
faded ~
27 Friday Apr 2018
Posted in Poetry
Monthly Archives: April 2018
years from where we started ~
25 Wednesday Apr 2018
Posted in a time for telling, Poetry
Tags
comfort, divine knowledge, healing, heartbreak, intimacy, knowing what we know, life, love, memories, returning home, seeing in the dark, truth, understanding, youth
before as now
the same as then –
do you remember where and when
the world was new
but so were you
awake to
understanding
afraid and stilled
at finding truth
was never meant to lessen youth
or ease the heart
tho torn apart –
resolved the soul
to hurting
only love
can calm the storm –
years from where we started from
reminders of a time before
calling us to love once more –
cured only by
the aching
. . .
one ~
24 Tuesday Apr 2018
Posted in Poetry, spirituality, Storytelling
tis all I have
the best of me
given to this destiny
wherein I live
ten thousand lives
unsure of one –
one more
forever now
these hands are bent
as silence breaks
o’er moments spent
on lifetimes more
than I can see
ages without memory
exist forever
as just this one –
this only
always
best of me
. . .
they never said ~
24 Tuesday Apr 2018
Posted in Poetry, spirituality
Tags
assurance, beginning, eternity, grace, life, love, spirit, the good times are still ahead, truth, understanding
how many times
the coming back –
across ten thousand years
to realize
what wasn’t real –
how life could disappear
like everything
we wished for –
when came the time to leave
holding still to all we loved –
dreams we dared
believe
they never said
nor once confessed
the truth of love’s restraint
to fold across
eternities
wherever life remains
a beginning
never ended –
just beyond the reach of fate
love released of wanting
beyond this sorrow –
waits
. . .
come supper time ~
23 Monday Apr 2018
truth from kisses ~
23 Monday Apr 2018
Posted in Poetry, spirituality
whisper light
into my heart –
breathe against my breast
write your verses tender as a sigh
low that I might harken
when nights to lonely fall
as stars beneath
an ancient heaven
sprawl
speak
so only I can hear –
make your story mine
relearning truth
from kisses –
life where
souls entwine
. . .
born of eve ~
20 Friday Apr 2018
Posted in Poetry, spirituality
daylight steals her dewy breath
begs the blossoms bloom
with colors of ten thousand summer songs
brushed into a tapestry
laced with rich perfume
the soul’s delight
held captive by the wind
dusted to the mountain tops
swept upon the sea
gardens burst familiar –
as children born
of eve
. . .
if you don’t mind ~
19 Thursday Apr 2018
Posted in Poetry, Rambling, spirituality
Tags
blessings, days between, life, love, time, trust, understanding, waiting
wait for me
when spring returns
beyond this morning after
beyond a time
I know will come
some day
when verse
has lost its meaning
rhyme
I struggled so
to find the words
we traded long ago
beyond the plea
remember
by lifetimes worn between
wait for me
if you don’t mind
in dreams
beyond this dream
. . .
were not for this ~
19 Thursday Apr 2018
Posted in Poetry, spirituality
departed
as the want for more
when seasons passed between
the shoreline
and the essence born of dreams
silence swirls
in shades of pale –
shadows skirt and scatter
were not for this
a promise
once we made
to come again
to know anew –
the power of surrender
as crushed to shells
along a distant strand
beauty hides
in early tides
flowing outward
ever –
to meet the sun
once lusted
by the light
. . .
a fence I cannot own ~
13 Friday Apr 2018
Posted in Poetry
Tags
belonging, breath, divine intimacy, life, love, moments, soul, time, togetherness
I have no need
for promise –
words without the strength for this
a vow unspoken
whispered into pillows
when I’m missed
a call across the orchard
let the willing heart remain
without the want
for yesterdays –
when welcomed home again
a porch that needs repairing
a fence I cannot own
vines a verse becoming
streams of marigold
pull me back
a lazy hawk
where sunday morning glows
arms to reach around me
another hand
to hold
. . .
