i will wait
beyond the shadows
near the rivers edge
i shall kneel
beside the place where heaven turns
where the water
rushes stronger –
than my memory is old
a crush of almost everything
i came for this
to know
i will wait
as april wishes
are swept beyond the veil
til you have come
reminding me of home
i will wait
the red sky morning
your kiss upon my brow
i will wait
beyond the shadows
to remember why
i came

. . .

there were roses
surely hundreds –
beneath a swarm
of ancient bees
there was music
sacred waters –
polished rocks
beneath the sea

might you find me
on paths
once taken –
here before so long ago
sacred hives
and battered nests
were all
i ever knew
to know

take me back
before the summer
wilts the rose
and fades the barn
take me home
on paths familiar –
will my aching heart
return

. . .

i pray
a life of mercy
years for letting go
touch i can
remember
when nights are long
and cold
when days are fresh
fields bare
from winter’s spite
i pray for love
that holds my heart
tonight

. . .

If this moment was all you had, who would you love? Who would you tell to get lost? What would you break free from? What would you create? Where would you go? See, you do know what you want. So, why not now? Love, break free, set boundaries, speak up, create…..love in this moment, not the next. If this moment was all you had, who would you love?

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

. . .