whatever more
is still to find –
would trade
of these – familiar days
to know the heat
of one more kiss
a mouth –
would every fear
erase

I’ve heard it said
I know tis true
the painter seeks
with words to paint –
a poet dreams
in colors
not her own
music works against
the fist
to soothe
a restless lover –
nights belong
safe within a song

for one more
brutal shade of red –
a stem of verse
to pacify
creation swells against
the brush –
with ne’er a thought
to words denied

. . .

we made
of love
this holy church –
wherein we breathe
with trust divine
as one beneath
the rafters –
my soul
with yours entwined
graces come
one Sunday eve –
to fill the hours
where we begin
a steeple raised
o sacred light –
our passions to defend
of ancients left
to guard the night
who shall reap
the best of us –
were heaven
but a moment here –
and all we know
of love

. . .

wherever now
your story waits
with no regard for years
where touch is felt –
I was made
to find you here
where every word
is silenced
by the music of a sigh
breath beneath the
shadow of a shiver
mine

remembered me
this holy grace –
pressed against
a dream
wherein this evermore
I recognize
just the same
tho not the same
I find you like the first
familiar
unfamiliar
as the pull
of ancient skies

. . .

was paradise
a Tuesday
I fell into your eyes
a fleeting thought –
let me go
back into the light

how far
a distant
coming home –
to find I love you
still
with longing
so familiar
arms to fill

for this –
ten thousand yesterdays
were tempered by desire
words
I thought forgotten –
catch my soul
afire

. . .

for every path
another comes
a journey unintended –
sacred truths
of spruce and evergreen
wrapped in fragrant blossom –
moss and ancient waters
heretofore a destiny
unseen

choices where
it seemed were none
loss once deemed as prize
evermore is witness
to the time we took
in finding –
wandering our way to home
as sorrow
filled our eyes

moments held
above the rest –
souvenirs and trinkets
a flight we missed
another dream set sail
highways running
north to south –
a gravel road to nowhere
miles to make
another truth to tell

. . .

within the dark
where drift the stars
few are given name
for only in the falling
some are found
let not a prayer
be wasted
a night with arms outspread
pointing to a light
beyond the sun
wherein the answers
glisten
silver blue and gold
memories the heart
has dared to hold
as fleeting as a wish was made
pressed into the dark
a sigh
wherein eternity
is come

. . .

in the still
of not quite over
I find my words again
hushed within the shadows
I’ve become
pressed into a memory
someone left before –
storms awake
and I
am not yet done

thought to go
forsaking us –
one more kiss then I
shall memorize these places
coming home
awkward
as remembering
when first you understood –
how was I to linger
as love already
gone

. . .

how many lives
were paid for this –
by chance
we love again
broken in the middle
but stitched across the brow
linked by fates
a scarlet thread –
arms that hold you
now
how many mornings
reminisced
how many times returned
a place that bears
an imprint of our love
remember
how I whispered –
with ne’er a thought
to leave
weakened by the way
you said my name
eternity can never
be enough

. . .