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proprietary weakness ~

21 Thursday Jun 2018

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closerthanthestars

I remember well
the season –
mercury and venus
a watchful moon
still takes my breath away
counting time by wishes
made for one another
whispers
folded round us –
stay

I’ve reached the age
where years no longer matter –
fissures to a dream
another page
moments I remember
a proprietary weakness –
I pass the field
we loved in
every day

. . .

cursed moving on ~

20 Wednesday Jun 2018

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end of the road

lord knows
the fields are empty now –
by summer burned away

and I wonder
do you miss
the tender nights

do you think about
forever –
a sunrise such as this
when clouds compete –
a winter quilt
july

do you dream
without permission
awake within a sigh –
stumble out of ribbons
to the porch

do you speak of me
into the still
where morning waits
the night

do you watch
the road –
and curse the moving on

. . .

shedding skin ~

13 Wednesday Jun 2018

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leftfromhere

I will
indulge in fits of madness
sign my name
to sacred scrolls –
never once resolve my longing
to a slate of normal
rules

I will
sit the night in silence
just beyond the reach of voice
I’ll sing
while others chatter –
far too long
on foolish choice

I will
pray tho no one listens
shedding skin
that none can see –
come awake
in shades of honey
daffodil
and evergreen

. . .

between collisions ~

12 Tuesday Jun 2018

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after_the_curtain_by_ifsantag-d3lpao1

once
between collisions
we dared to trace the stars
and cursed aloud
for years the passing on
wishes burnt to cinder
aren’t all to matter now
how much we dreamed
remains a distant light
beyond the shift
where shadows hide –
I worry for you there
will you still hold
my secrets –
the flame
that warms my soul

. . .

washed from the sun ~

11 Monday Jun 2018

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letmestay

the daylight
grows dimmer
with every october
tho the nightbirds sing louder
this spring
a reminder of counting
the miles to forever
broken old crosses –
lacey white wings

it seems but a moment
backward forgiving
to a place just the same –
starting again
hands held aloft
pleading with heaven
for one more tomorrow –
another amen

a quiet surrender
of midnight
and morning –
is washed from the sun
by a river of tears
recalled at the end
as a time ne’er forsaken –
when love glowed the path
of our way
back to here

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