songs of home ~

24 Sunday Nov 2013

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how quietly
the noreast winds
wrestle with the pines
whispering
of southern shores
and sea
secrets passed
from one
the other
how was where
and why
the truth is held
in silent reverie

against the boughs
beneath the strain
of seasons
gone before
tho not a one
can tell the story
all
from pieces
held together
by the memory
of wind –
hymns we brushed
against the bark
will echo
past
the fall

. . .

only me to tell ~

24 Sunday Nov 2013

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somewhere
not so far
they know
of times before
my time –
of songs I couldn’t sing
they sang me well
promised
by the coming back
for one more life
more love –
words were left
with only me
to tell

of faraway
and where I’ll be
to one day
want again –
renewed within the
memory of soul
longing
curses now the pen
with visions
of the dawn
dream me back
the ways
of letting go

. . .

nights without a name ~

23 Saturday Nov 2013

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there
beyond the reach
of light
the reason
I was come
across a sea of stars
into your arms

remembering
some other life –
nights without a name
constellations
rose
from kindred
flame

from words
denied their sound
echoes
from the veil
– another place
where I shall
know you
well

. . .

bidding ~

23 Saturday Nov 2013

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. . .

embers glow
reminders
of the place
where yesterday
a fire burned
passions roared
bidding us to stay

I wish I had
another –
yet another waits
me still
beyond the rise
of blue
into the wake
of always
will

. . .

chance of rain ~

22 Friday Nov 2013

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bliss, breath, connection, destiny, dreams, faith, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, old maps, passion, reason, spirit, spirituality, star crossed, strength, truth, understanding, value

last
the chance of rain
was rising
somewhere east
the dark storm cloud
held the hope
of cold and something
part for us –
the taking of

the stir
of chill
beneath the fire –
the breath of warmth
before the wind
drops of faith
beyond the window
folding close –
not near enough

. . .

line by tender line ~

18 Monday Nov 2013

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scatter me
these telltale leaves
beyond the wish of spring
beyond the fate
where winter
hides his young
memorized
my mysteries –
line by tender line
read me back
to places
I’m become

the way you knew
of worlds before
skies are pearling grey
evermore to dream
of journeys crossed
echoes swim
on silver wings
high above this prize
heaven falls
and worries not
our loss

. . .

faraway ~

15 Friday Nov 2013

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another time
when ashes fell
oceans blue
with splendor
left upon the shores
a wintergreen
messages
were never meant
this faraway to travel
promise rose
above
the smallest dream

graces come
and graces mine
within the still
of sorrow
are counted down
and back o’er ways
I came
further than
remembered me –
songs I used to wear
blossoms born
of longing –
sweeter
flame

. . .

candles burned ~

15 Friday Nov 2013

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in the still
that holds your memory
once beginning
of this fate
were candles burned
much longer
than the world
could wait

let silence warm
your tender heart
let children
wear your name
eternities
have passed for me
– tho none
I’ve held
the same

. . .

beyond our knowing ~

14 Thursday Nov 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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left me here
the signs of age –
a road already known
the ways
of some
an ancient storm
retold
and I
for one
could never guess
the wisdom
did he carry
would lift us up
some heaven
here
below

scattered ‘bout
these weary days
this plea
for something more
than e’er a place
of rhyme
could keep us fed
learned into
this passion
wherein your name
is writ –
folded fast
each page
upon my bed

sapphire tears
are hiden
by a questioning of light
of fear absolved
by love
I couldn’t say
of where I’d be
when morning found
me watching
for a sign
when worlds beyond
our knowing –
fall away

. . .

heaven tucked away ~

13 Wednesday Nov 2013

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a place
beyond the golden shade
where once
my love was come
sprouted every april
with the sun
garnered me
a letting go
I never could be sure
of memories
left somewhere
I don’t know

while dreaming there
with all the rest
names I dare not say
are folded
soft to verses –
heaven tucked away
in cedar shifts
with last year’s plans
someone else
I knew
would find this way
so different
for our passing
through

fated by the willing
of one
this heart to hold
a rhyme
for every reason
I’ve become
eternities are wasted
in the waning now
for more –
than this
of us
a memory of home

. . .