the same as then ~

25 Wednesday Sep 2013

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lullabies of places
we’ve forgotten
where we were –
gifted by the memory
of a dreams

here the now
of almost light
spills across the bed
ashes have blown
blue
against our green

remembered me
the same as then
and you –
the same I loved
came as night
and begged me not to go

beyond the west
became the wind –
soft against my breast
a northern sigh
of early morning snow

. . .

yet to find ~

24 Tuesday Sep 2013

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, folklore, Poetry

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breath, connection, conscious consciousness, death, dreams, faith, forgiveness, grace, intimacy, knowledge, life, love, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, relationship, soul signature, spirit, spirituality, strength, understanding, wandering

when lost
my way
of knowing –
as purpose fell into
a something worth revealing
– there was you

storied
by resistance –
left somewhere behind
a place to go
I’m going
yet to find

words
to draw you closer
a breath we shared
one day –
clouds were drifting
pulling us
away

get me back
I’ve come before
to know of this
somehow
the way we loved
another time
tis now

. . .

unto another time ~

24 Tuesday Sep 2013

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry

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becoming, cherokee, destiny, dreams, fearless, grace, knowledge, life, love, old maps, passion, resurrection, spirit, truth, understanding

were destiny
a way become
of roads we knew before
of souls remembered
just the same –
a stranger
at the door

recalled how warm
our midday sun
burned above the plain
sworn unto another time
some comfort
to remain

the same as then
how sweet returned
the captive
from the dream
as words to spread
a starlit night
unseen

babies
left their crying
another faith to press
backward
to the lover
unconfessed

the need for more
as ache deserved
shall one day reach an end
as sun beyond the setting
we begin

. . .

a way through the weeds ~

24 Tuesday Sep 2013

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry

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becoming, bliss, breath, connection, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, love, old maps, passion, poetry, sometimes, spirit, spirituality, time, understanding, wandering

how much
our forgiving
for words yet unsaid
and a place we remember
come round
as a sweet recollection
of familiar returned
– a house on a hill
falling down

a buzz on the fields
a way through the weeds
and somewhere
– they miss us
the same
pieces are kept
of the leaving we took
places and graces
and names

tho deeper the will
to discover the path
was ours
from beginning to end
love shall return us
the ways
were come –
to remember
this moment again

. . .

paper wings ~

23 Monday Sep 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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connection, destiny, fearless, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, living, love, passion, poetry, reason, relationship, restless, strength, truth, understanding, wandering

silhouettes pry
the secrets untold
from the heart of the storybook
teller I’m told

there are places
forgotten
sometimes it is said
when the words
are come easy
to press round my bed

and rain pours her tears
to my pillow (my soul)

who will remember
I wonder sometimes
what is lost
in the leaving –
the growing to old

as rings on the willow
a promise was made
and nursed by the darkness
returning our light
silver blue shadows
flash to and fro –
as a sign of our saving
wings touch the night

as a dream just beginning
a story so sweet
is gone with the dawning
a silent retreat

from the trust in another
was wonder to know
when leaned into love –
paper wings
letting go

. . .

did you know ~

22 Sunday Sep 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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bliss, connection, death, destiny, fearless, forgiveness, grace, life, lighthouse, love, passion, poetry, reason, relationship, salvation, spirit, spirituality, storms, strength, truth, wandering

were this
our reminder
to remember somehow
a time I was yours
(did you know)
of long nights I spread
to worlds
stretched between
and listened
with longing –
your whisper to go

with nothing but wishes
as welcome to hold
time slipped
apart where I stayed
moored to the place
we started
before
– to watch
as your ship sailed
away

forever
is balanced by light
from the moon –
and days when the sun
strains to be
beyond this permission
of loving to love –
e’en now
my light wanders
your seas

light from the east ~

20 Friday Sep 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, Storytelling

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becoming, bliss, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, passion, postmark, reason, spirit, spirituality, truth, understanding, value

it seems
I’ve forgotten
the reasons for us
and where you were going
before I came down
– a breeze
from the mountains
as light from the east
– a some kind of angel
in white cotton gown

at the mention of always –
sometimes I loose sight
of the way
that the world takes her time
as balanced perfection –
wherein I forget
the beauty of presence
divine

a scatter of ashes
in clusters of blue –
a sign by the side
of a once traveled road
remembers our passing
as time
on the map –
a place come of knowing
– of dreams
taking hold

. . .

brushes ~

20 Friday Sep 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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bliss, connection, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, nature, old maps, poetry, spirit, truth, understanding, value, wonder

old dogs
and fly away
above my purple dawn
dusted now
your feathers
with a song
bend me down
the fence
and let me run
silent as the dew
is left
kisses
on the lawn

Inspired by the morning drive.

. . .

much older than reason ~

19 Thursday Sep 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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becoming, connection, destiny, dreams, faith, grace, knowledge, life, living, love, memory, nature, old maps, passion, reason, relationship, restless, resurrection, self, spirit, spirituality, truth, wandering, wisdom

garner these truths
these fragile provisions
of where
(and I was)
but a sail on the sky
tethered by something
much older
than reason
waters set free
are pulling me nigh

across
to remember
another time (passing)
fitted my breast
the darkest of quills
thicker than moss
these graces of sorrow
soars as I know
I have
(and I will)

store to my being
one more returning –
as flashes
where scars used to be
bury my home
deep (for my finding)
skies once I wandered
my way
back to thee

. . .

wide open ~

18 Wednesday Sep 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling, verse

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becoming, breath, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, nature, old maps, passion, reason, restless, soul signature, strength, truth, understanding, wonder

what memory
have you of this
of ways before the start
we dreamed a world
beyond our pulled apart
beyond this night
forgotten –
another willed to be
echoes down the meadow
from the sea

floated past the window
inches from the grey
ashes fell
reminding me to pray
for someone
without name I knew
someone still to mourn
let me find
remembrance here
an essence
without form

what truth
denies the bending
of sacrifice to sight
leaves the gate wide open
every night
hastens now the winter
to rush the fragile spring
hears the song
made sweeter
by the wing

. . .