more to me ~

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started once
a story –
might I tell you everything
and wait the night
with worry
lest you leave
the locket
from the promise –
the poem
from the page
I’ve seen you there
folded to the crease
where rhyme is left
and reason waits –
who am I
to say
there’s more to me
than I could give away

. . .

a midnight in march ~

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leavemetohome

render
with mercy
if ever you tell
or cleave from wishes
these stars
fell to my eyes
a midnight in march
filling the night
wherever you are

might yet our story
be saved
to your soul
a passing of light on the way
a whisper of longing
kept by the wind
shall meet
with remembrance
someday

. . .

memory of flight ~

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he said
the stars are fading
I feel it in my bones
will I wake
to find you sleeping
here alone
beneath a moon
we weaved into
another dreamless night

will I wake
beyond this memory
of flight

she said
I’ll have another –
maybe half a cup
let me sit here
while the sun is coming up
reminding you
the reasons
you let me stay this long

for another day –
another almost
gone

he said
you’ve always known me –
I warned you
from the start
of places unprotected
by my heart

how often
yet I wonder
how you come to be so wise
when I see ten thousand questions
in your eyes

she said
of times
unspoken –
was I first to hold you near
the last to kiss –
the last
to disappear

you wonder
when I wander –
how I wish
that you could know
there is nowhere I am going
you won’t go

. . .

acrossing ~

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homeward

feathers strain
the waters –
with memory of sky
a long way back
across the dark
divide

forgotten where
we started –
making yet our way
reminded of another
almost lost
tho far away

I have wandered
past my story –
back into the night
it seems –
where the waters
meet with heaven –
feathers fall
as stars
unseen

. . .

is ~

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softlystay

what silence dares
remember –
every breath
the same
of time
there is no keeper
to remain

where love abides
love endures –
beyond this distant
still –
within each sun
a sweeter plan
fulfilled

as always
is –
with thought became
a nearness
none can know –
love
is ne’er forgotten
by the soul

. . .

still the waking ~

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beyond the deep
where others go –
another shore I keep
be still the waking
just beyond the reach
of sleep

there I am
no different now
than e’er I was before
a light to ease your
journey home –
a flame upon the shore

. . .

between us ~

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from the crest
a river rises –
storms are seeking
sweet release

I have waited
I have whispered –
lest you listen
come to me

where I was –
beginning always
just beyond this earthly swell
was an ocean
held between us
with a story
yet to tell

might I keep
the heart’s remembrance
might I wake within
your dream
seeking only
just to love you –

‘cross the rivers
run between

. . .

still ~

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remembered

how short
these ties of earthly woe
how pure
the angels sing
where lies the truth
of all our days –
alive in everything

in those we knew
with those we loved –
how bless’ed they must be
to walk beyond
the tell of grace –
for all eternity

what stirs in hope
beyond the veil
when breath
is sealed away –
a name in sorrow
spoken –
yet worries not
the grave

became of each
ten thousand more
returned to claim the sun
remembered sweet
our passing –
of moments spent
as one

. . .

Author’s Note:  Still….a word I love……I feel.  I’ve written other pieces
and adorned this same name.  It is a truth that cannot be argued, an
understanding, a promise, a way……..  Still.

daddy’s woods ~

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of places
most surely
forsaken by now
– I believe
they are waiting for me
remembered
the times
I walked with him there
– a sweet recollection
can never be free

from the soul
that is gifted
– the heart racing still
to remain at the first
when beginning to see
the light
from the road
– a path into dreams
where colors are kept
in remembrance
of me

. . .