curses ~

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rolledintome

of these failings
fragile moments –
curses chase
a lover’s sigh
held as prayers
before the morning
– as promise gathered
into light

quiet first
as raindrops singing
low against
the window pane
wishes worn awake
by wanting –
stirs the soul
to dream
again

. . .

until ~

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WAI

the moon awaits
the close of day
a melting of the sun
wings are lifted softly
by the breeze

forever wills
a turning back –
another way we knew
when words were graced by silence
moonlight kissed
the trees

. . .

beyond my fingertips ~

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nearlynow

was for joy
another lived –
beyond my fingertips
beyond the scent
of rivers
gentle hands

are fastened
by my memory –
held in place too long
with wanting
let me never
love the same

talk about
and all I know
is what of me remains
missing of my heart
the sweetest
name

nights have passed
beyond the dream
somewhere else
I live
a telling
of the moments
falling through

. . .

a faraway forgot ~

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fearlessfalling

when all I know
the winter takes
without regard
to want
blankets pulled aside
and windows
wide

as welcome
to another life
was last
the first to go
a fond farewell
as kisses
on my brow

stories
I was meaning
to tell
before the night
was folded in
to fill
my wondering

backward
to beginning –
a baby once again
cradled
to a faraway
forgot

. . .

a wish before you’re gone ~

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surelythis

silence strains
this fitful heart –
as red
the noonday blush
above the pines
where yesterday
the chill

remained
to slow the longing
snowflakes
into leaves
nights no longer
seek
my company

broken cups
and I still I raise
a favored
to the stars –
remember me
a wish
before you’re gone

counted
by the taking
for love
a moment more –
lights have filled
the places
we belong

. . .

the verse that was my name ~

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samebutnot

hold me now
within the safe
where once
I lay my head
listening
as whispers
sang me home

reminders
I’ve forgotten
the verse
that was my name
a memory
is all we wrote
of time

beyond the last
another breath –
a garden
once we knew
seeds are bound
to blossom
come the spring

. . .

Author’s Note:  For a dear friend.  May love rush into the shallows
of your sorrow.

often ~

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somewhereI

how often
now
the spirit bows
in reverence to the past
blessings come
immortal into bloom
colors nearly
faded –
by presence
so divine
the garden
of forgiveness
is guarded by the moon

lily sweet
and crimson pale –
sunset of the soul
prayers to trade
– another
one more day
further than we meant to go
a light beyond
the light
dreams are freed
from sleeping –
wishing us away

. . .

comes a time ~

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morningstar

When comes a time
there are no words –
no solace left to offer
tears have turned
to ashes on the lawn.

Life begins
anew to bloom –
with memory of winter
stars will shine
much brighter
come the dawn.

deceived by the chill ~

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remains as one

o tell me again
of a moment so dear
could cleave from my soul
the remembrance
of ache
would weave
of the losing
a tapestry fine
wrapped as it was
to the story began

blest be the grieving
til nothing is lost
but an emptiness
filled by a kiss long ago
wrench from my sorrows
the mercy of love
– to remain
when the earth
is gone cold

let not these arms
be deceived by the chill
this bed
by the falling apart
tempt not these lips
in silence
to squander –
the richness of story
held by the heart

. . .

miles before your dream ~

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bend these tired graces
to the measure
of your hand
the lengths to go –
miles before your dream
stay
where holy keeps you
wrapped in paper clouds
sealed within the words
I love you said

into the shifting silence
as chill
beneath the pines
light beyond the crest
where woods erase
the present
from the always –
the almost from the dead
I lay my head
and listen you
again

. . .