swarms ~

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stay
as once you promised
when the snow was deeply come
another time when ash
was falling down –
when the wheat was dry
one summer
afternoon
mid July
swarms of honeybees
beyond the barn
stay
let me love you
for this eternity
were these words
the price for hearing
silently
I will listen
til memories
have taken all I am
and filled my empty heart
with destiny

. . .

tracing lives ~

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all i want
of heaven
is the memory
of spring –
nights somewhere
we lay amid the stars
tracing lives
giving name
wherever flame
was found –
whispering our secrets
every promise
breathed
aloud

all i want
of evermore –
is a place to rest
my pen
fields of ancient flowers
fireflies
a story undecided
words no one has heard
moments we surrendered –
floating
far beyond
the night

. . .

uneven whispers ~

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another day –
a current slower
than the years
have washed away
I used to wade
from here to heaven
seeking signs –
a cause to stay
for a lifetime
I was patient
pulling starlight
from my hair
came a night
you sought to dream
and found me there
a slower breath
uneven whispers
floating soft above
the foam
you were my
one consolation
when there was
nothing more
to know

. . .

roses ~

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she wasn’t meant
for roses
no ordinary bloom
could spare the vine
so intertwined
with wild and wanting
roots

sometimes a weed
of twisted lace
is all she desires to be
a rare bouquet
of everything –
a garden growing free

beyond the need
for crimson
ruby reds and pinks
a shade of honeysuckle
seldom bleeds

she wasn’t meant
for roses
edges so defined
a mystery –
of tangled leaf
by love
left unconfined

. . .

again ~

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within this place
of waiting –
shall I will you come
for me
and remember not
the want
we wasted here
the sweet refrain
confessed
until whispers
become flesh
til all I knew
was only you
again

a melody
corrected –
from somewhere
we began
as the afternoon
fell sweet
into the stars
when for a moment
wishes were
our way for getting back
a slice of love
became this place
we are

. . .

pray me down ~

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dream
and I will find you here
sleeping in my bed
wrapped in light
wherever longing sits
stay the night
pray me down –
sighs are all I need
to make me yours
would prove your heart
a thief

gather me
wildflowers –
write to me
in stone
speak as if you never
meant to go
burden me a future
a fate we dared believe
sail me home
on waves I cannot see

. . .

jaded ~

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this heart
it may be jaded –
these arms
tremble yet
fingers search in darkness
for your own
a moment
recreating –
the warmth that is your touch
a smile to learn –
a breath to bring me
home

these tired lungs
remember –
the crush of rivers cold
the curve
of ancient stones
beneath my skin
a time
absolved from passing –
cherished by the sea
from oceans
nearly empty
we begin

. . .

hands that knew you well ~

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i begged my heart
surrender
to the absolute of time
nights without you
cradled in my arms
i bartered peace
a place
would lay me down
to let you go
years before your soul
remembered mine

verses fall
weary
from hands
that knew you well –
curtains float
as whispers to the breeze
all i have
is no more than a store
of yesterdays
a season uninvited
silver cords
and silent pleas

. . .

o’er my soul ~

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i know the language
all too well
the wind
the river’s moan
a melody replayed
– falling water
o’er my soul

i hear the stars
feel their ache
each time
the light is gone
i know the way
a moment touches
everything
we know

i’ve made peace
and cursed a name
a kiss to burn the night –
slept in fields
where clover bent
the sky

i know the way
have passed it more than once
along the years
a break beneath
the branches –
as I am brought to tears

i know the language
all too well
the wind
the river’s moan

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how we loved ~

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when the fields
have been neglected
the rain
may never come
to spare the soul
from grieving –
the heart from getting on
when the light
is nearly faded
without a promised
one more time
when the name I keep
upon my lips
is dried before the sun
the ground made cold
to wait
I will wait
beyond the place
where touch becomes a memory
of where we were
how we loved
I will wait
beyond the final fade
another this to know –
I will wait

. . .