Monthly Archives: April 2021

sworn to find ~

10 Saturday Apr 2021

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I have bartered
with the darkness –
wrapped myself in light
courting with shadows
– rolled beyond the hands
of night

I have loved
when there was nothing
worth surrender
to confess –
finding strength
to face another
calm to ease
my soul’s unrest

found a means
for moving onward
in search of destiny –
I have loved
and hesitated
for a truth
I couldn’t see

without remorse
for having wanted –
I was never far from home
I have waded
in the waters
cold and dark –
a lover’s stone

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mourned by the tides ~

07 Wednesday Apr 2021

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I shall wait
in this place –
where worlds fall together
will count every crest as a sigh
adrift on the currents –
of heron and gull
pulled by the wind
mourned
by the tides

I shall breathe in
the essence
of ten thousand stories –
old weathered sailors
long linen sails
I shall watch
from this moment
where nations have crumbled
waiting on love
to prevail

I shall watch
from the dunes
as midday surrenders
as the sun gathers tears
from the sea
drunk from the swirling
of Orion’s cup –
eternity turned
home to me

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memory of me ~

03 Saturday Apr 2021

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when the mountains
succumb to the weight
of their worries
and rivers return
to their source
when the sun stays aloft
in wait for her moon
will I have forsaken
the story of us

when all becomes one
I will be you –
and far in the night
you’ll ache
as I do

when crickets forget
the reason they sing
and tides revert
to the sea
I’ll sleep through the winter
with hope
for the spring

I’ll watch every star
realign –
awaiting a memory
of me

. . .

survived the falling ~

01 Thursday Apr 2021

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from the coming back
for going ~
for lessons learned between
for lives that never knew
where grace has been

let these
these mortal yearnings –
flow as sand before the grail
as words survived the falling
another soul to tell

will then
the fond aroma
of a meadow fresh with bloom
fill my heart with longing –
my breath with
sweet perfume

lest I plead myself
another ~
or declare a final truce
to come when spring is over
and I’ve forgotten you

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