31 Saturday Mar 2012
Once in the canyon
The breath of God engulfed me
And Light I became
Once in the meadow
Flowers woke to call my name
Dew kissed the dawning
Mysterious dreams
Await eternal knowledge
Books to be written
Once in ten thousand lifetimes
In the reaching we arrive
30 Friday Mar 2012
Posted in Poetry
please listen
there’s no use denying
your heart
I’ve stopped every ounce of pretense
and succumb to the truth
was waiting me now
in the soft velvet folds
of what I was hearing
and what it was –
you never said
weren’t the same and I know that
I’m fine with embracing the blame
if it makes you feel better
when living gets lonesome
I’ve lost all the sleep
I care to afford
some mornings
forgotten to dawn
do what you must
take what you will
scatter the pieces elsewhere
but tell not a soul
what has come to your thinking
dare not to rest
lest you dream
and return to a place
you’ve forgotten to miss
breath taken shape as a sigh
graces and faces
for a while interlaced
and now only you
bear their shame
I’ve given up –
given in
traded my longing
for a sack filled with promise
and a box full of rain
a place I was keeping
of sweet satisfaction
e’en now I repeat them (insane)
the truth has a way
of coming back
as a memory
years come to mark the lies
laid between –
please listen
there’s only a moment more waiting
twilight lays claim
to these echoes of you
long since decided
the worth of surrender
thoughts have no say
of forever to spend
whatever you’ve taken
must be something unspoken
though it seems
all the verses are mine
how is it
I fell for a shimmering notion
thought was a star –
burning holes through the night
where are you now
does your faith ever falter
or do words drift in silence
e’er they remember
my name
30 Friday Mar 2012
Posted in Poetry
I wake again
as dawn’s first train
runs screaming
through the darkness –
here I am
remember me
again
I lie awake
for moments then
as echoes of returning –
stretched to fill the distance
caught between
The morning air
much sweeter here –
not much is left of winter
already there are whispers
take me home
Twig and tail
of wing-ed gods –
tiptoe to the timbers
longing come of spring –
apprentice song
Trailing light
betrays the night –
dew in silence glistens
where fell the stars
remember me
as wishes
on the lawn
30 Friday Mar 2012
Posted in Poetry
Of times before
I let them pass
burning sun into the night.
Told myself another lie –
hurts would heal in morning light.
Seems I’ve turned myself
around –
found the message in the wind
found the blossom in the snow
Into these eyes
I look again…
beyond the scars I cannot change
but for their right –
the want to bleed
hurts that made me
(this I am)
and not for less would I concede.
Ashes scatter
raised to wing –
sunset warm upon my face.
Destiny is mine to choose
for love is never far
from grace.
Another dawn
from this of dreams
comes without the need to grieve.
Faceless name
no looking back
for what I am (is what I keep).
Today awakes another sun
born of love
I give away –
becomes the beauty in my scars
burning bright another day.
29 Thursday Mar 2012
Posted in Poetry
whatever road becomes of this
beaten path or country lane
wherever I might find
my home
sunlit skies or pouring rain
come to stories
left aside and couldn’t tell
spilled as flame into the mist
compass swirls
without a star within a breath
from every mouth
a (welcome) kiss
returns again in flight
to lines that I can see
curved to blue and fading now
places gone
another life I lived (to love)
finds the way to me somehow
back and forth
the search for one more word
a way to say what’s on my mind
a gift of song
some other me (you know)
needs more than ink
and quiet time
caught between the rise
to set
my thought to heaven
(I have known)
shores so white
and streets of gold
have naught to earn the feel of home
was here I heard my name
aloud
tumbled from a lover’s sigh
sparrows flood the morning air
as night and day are
pulled apart
traces lent to wandering
across and back
these ink stained hands
truths retraced
though now they’re gone
til only silence listens
whatever road becomes of this
beaten path or country lane
wherever I might find
my home –
sunlit skies
of pouring rain
29 Thursday Mar 2012
Posted in Poetry
The last time
I held you –
the train was just leaving.
A pink piece
of twilight
was burned
soft as coal.
A whistle of promise –
came sweet
down the canyon –
for a moment
(forever)
was a hand
we could hold.
The last time
I saw you –
was just around morning.
We rolled into Beaumont
and stopped for a bite…
I remember that look –
how distant
(how dreamy)
reflecting on something
we’d lost
to the light.
The last time
I kissed you –
was two o’clock Sunday…
bent over journals –
some place
never been.
A dark stretch of highway
(and no place
for turning) –
back to beginning
we wandered
again.
The last time
I called you –
I suffered my longing
how deep (the missing)
a place
you once knew.
How dear
the memory
of roads left to travel –
ere time give me
mercy –
another
last time
with you.
29 Thursday Mar 2012
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where are you now
I’ve forgotten the way
and how far the fall from believing
how tender the heart
how deep run the blues –
and eyes to surrender a soul
with no thought to pain
no thought to hurting –
you’ll take what you need
when you do
the light that you leave
fills the sky of your parting
and I am come home
when I remember
your smile
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28 Wednesday Mar 2012
cooler now the eastern wind
has come to blow me homeward –
with pieces of remember
I was born
returning as the falling snow
sticking to the branches –
winter white surrendered me
from where I laid to rest
another time –
a sweeter soul
no different for the dying
let me sleep
and seal these words within
the place I was committed
as a softer glow of setting –
dream me there of circumstance
and bring my winds
to sing
~
along these shores
forever waits
a sailor not forgotten –
strands beneath a winter sail
to make his passing true
stories of deliverance
tales of wealth and sorrow
dreams to sink beneath the waves
the rest to float away
but on another bank there stands
a maiden with a promise
words worn through by happenstance –
I swore I’d never cry
life is passing slowly
the waves of time are falling –
and he still sails
come home remember this –
remember me
the keeping of your compass
grains of sand to pour upon the sea
come again leave her arms –
returning to the river
the ocean cries –
but please return to me
cast aside your tired oars
and step out on forever
I’ll watch the tide –
and walk the shores for you
~
time has left a letter here –
poscript of surrender
and silver weaves as wonder
through my braid
lights are dimmed as all the others –
laugh at my insistence
the day will come
the sun will rise in me
the mirror sighs an awkward course –
for where the foolish tary
the strength to bare (so unaware)
of where you are tonight
the night grows cool to memories –
the coming back (so worth it)
a moment then
I’d die again for this
27 Tuesday Mar 2012
Posted in Poetry
in the place
where I was started
before the first amen
was grace
while eyes were closed
against the sun
was moon to trace
his lazy limbs
of winter to the waters
saw himself and wading in
he sailed –
across the tides
a million miles
to those who never knew him
a place consumed by shadows
fell to dark –
became the night – a virgin veil
an imprint too eternal
fulfilling every promise –
a way beyond the way
placed of stones
to mark the passing hours
as moments (still)
when all the rest
are gone
blindness
bears the truth
we’ve come to tell
come
on silver slippers
come as trailing vine –
mark the way with purpose
leaving ignorance
behind – to see anew
with softer eyes
the place
where yesterday
the moon was playing
hide and seek
against a failing light
– whispered then
I’ve found you
to himself
27 Tuesday Mar 2012
Posted in Poetry
was the long way home
and I knew better
than to try and beat the sun
took a left along the ridge
was taken back
when caught the glint of crosses
reflected copper curse
held my breath a time too long
and rolled into the black
never saw the light
as lifetimes pulled away
~*~
eighteen wheels
and nothing more
than words denied their music
caught between the canyons
somewhere in mexico
the winter raged
swirling white
though you had hardly noticed
when something more
than snowflakes
turned the truck around
a dark eyed girl
was stranded there
forgotten every manner
pushed the maps away
and climbed into your arms
never made the trip again
you won’t regret it
was something that she said
already knew
~*~
was another day
the air so thick
smoke was cool and clawing
apples fell
too heavy for the trees
fifteen steps from gate to wood
twenty-five to pasture
you reasoned I should stay
I never should
til thunder cracked
a cannon took my heart
from off her track
let the supper wait
I don’t care if it burns
too many steps
far many tears
I found you ‘neath the willow
where once another time
we held the truth
forever changed as echoes peeled
aside my will for living
not sure of much
your eyes took me away
but not without a promise made
I wonder if you heard
would remember this
the vow for one more day
to find you
when the creeks were
softly rising
when sunlight burns
his way into your night
destiny would bring me home
no matter to the moments
come between
~*~
I wonder do you know
how sweet
the smell of apples falling
ashes into tears
snowflakes from the sky
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