worn apart ~

19 Thursday Jul 2012

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when the day is drifted
further than I thought I could
be caught –
and I swear I hear forever
come the door –
some wolf disguised as miracle
but I won’t let him in –
even though but for a while
I thought I might

step beyond the comfort
of the way I’ve learned to be
and languish for a lifetime
in your arms –
but knowing still
the howling was not your ache
at all –
though somewhere else
your longing answers me

to know of this
another time –
another place we’re known
as gods to lean against familiar skies
to sit within a feeling
telling stories of the end –
and who was there to catch us –
let me catch you now again

before the strike
when moonlight flashes
memory on the pines
I’ll listen for the sigh
would bring you here –
but for now
the coffee’s colder
and circles ring the wood
morning’s bound to wake
before I dream

habits worn apart –
are fit together somewhere
I wait the night
and strain to hear my name

mother drum ~

19 Thursday Jul 2012

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within these walls
the mother drum –
she beats
a slow familiar

as a band
without the need to hurry home
beyond the curse to be defined
by history and places
echoes of a music
still to flow

loosed within these vessels
plays one song
all night
and stills for me
the changing of the guard

the heavenly host
for closing down
the last of breath to be
so silently upon the keys
I bear

mother drum
replays the verse
I knew somewhere before
without the words
I hum it in the dark

where more than song
was played upon
my own

by willing hands –
returned to tune
strings and keys
alike

stayed up nights
to learn the psalms anew –
for what of this is wisdom lost
forgotten not
the poet

for chorus lost
among these fragile notes
of dreams we played
of home –
the pillow slept

stay the place
a morning more
to feel the lullabye –
as practiced fingers
trace the grain
– heart to mother drum

hush ~

18 Wednesday Jul 2012

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pour me the promise
of winter returning
of catfish spawned deep
in the lily pad spring

of change
when the sky blazes red
as an onion ~
and the lowly wheat bows
to the breeze

gather me ~
tulips
from six o’clock shadows
of words barely formed
melt like honey with mine

hush
don’t you worry
stay in this moment
forever ~ I noticed
has come for us now

as ever
this always –
I see you as certain
to rise on the morning
with rain on the roof

stir me with questions
(I thought you were going)
and make me a photograph
to sit on my soul

sliding through doorways
(feet barely touching)
chasing a whisper
to beds seldom made

laughter speaks volumes
as echoes of loving
anchor the moon
to the edge of the night

sworn him to secret
with tales of creation
and hope for the ‘morrow
(we can’t comprehend)

more than this magic
hands softly moving ~
to the sound of eternity
falling in place

Just Past the Creek ~

17 Tuesday Jul 2012

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beyond the creek
where once we played –
the roses ever bloom
in shades of love we carried
the sweetest of perfumes

as destinies
we came to see –
the lives we touch always
in truth beyond our stretch of years
and days beyond our days

shall keep in each a memory
of presence you know best
within these halls of slumber
another dream to rest

though offered here –
a whisper
of your spirit to the wind
another day
we’ll find our way –
to be with you
again

In memorium
Jerry Ray 07/16/2012

coming home ~

17 Tuesday Jul 2012

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beyond this careful tending
to the grace
would keep us whole
another life awakes to strains
assurances bestowed

was more than this
we lived for –
more than this to find
answers fall to questions
never asked
love the only trace
we leave behind

as proof we were
apart from all
the sorrows we endured
fulfilled in moments come for us
our purpose to ensure

for who will come
some other day
and look for us the same
in that which lives
beyond our lives –
to join love’s sweet refrain

in the grandest of cathedrals
the silence of the tomb
in forests
where forever nests
beyond the reach of ruin

no different
for ages passed –
or tongues
the heart to still
one grace shall be remembered
as destiny fulfilled

when coming home
across the tides
ten thousand leagues to stand
on shores we knew
awaited us –
a time to understand

of wisdom now returning
the answer –
why we came
as love in one becoming
a truth we know
by name

songs were meant for you ~

17 Tuesday Jul 2012

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as I have been
I am no less –
repeating truths aloud
something secret
captured by the wind

the same as stories –
chapters fell
as red and yellow turning
maple keeps them best
but willow wants

witness as was I
to songs were meant for you
when last I was
before we came to be

remembered
every holding on
before this hour forgiven
light reflecting
comfort through the trees

and you were there
for in that place
I found another reason
it mattered not
these mysteries to tend

was all the time
with want for none
but to find you (as you found me)

talking down the leaves –
secrets to the wind

never lost ~

16 Monday Jul 2012

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have found my way
tho never lost –
to wandering I am
the line was never written
yet the dreamer read it well –

as nights rolled up
along the edge
of ancient constellations
I listened as you
reminisced on
unseen (other) lives –

of places
not so very far –
each name repeated softly
so still their echoes
settle in my ear
as somewhere we
become again –
wherever dreams revealing
of lights beyond
this passing into us

holding hands
beneath the breath
of venus everafter –
shimmers now
the same as she did then

remembers us
of passing through –
forests of submission
takes my breath
to know she knows
your heart

crushed ~

16 Monday Jul 2012

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it matters not
to those who wait
how long the truth
in coming –
would words bring recognition
of touch already known

visions past
are come again
as moments passed unnoticed
turned away
from yesterday –
seekers turned to stone
a sprig of purple blossom
was crushed beneath the linen
tied with satin ribbon
(the only one I own)

still takes of breath
and moves a tear (to falling)
just the same
though nothing keeps
a memory of names –
a place where we were going
another starting from to choose
did you see me
walking somewhere
near the shore

I don’t know how
or why the sand was wanting
for the waves –
a breeze to blow
I close my eyes (again)
would listening betray my trust
of other times (I wonder)
though worlds apart –
the tide still pulls me home

tiny (broken) seashells
pass my story to the sea
and roll away
before the others know
where I was
and where you were
when parted by the breakers
peculiar our surrender
to the moon

when painted black
midnight fell – reflection
on the waters
a letter once you wrote
has found its way to me

woodsmoke ~

15 Sunday Jul 2012

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from a place already started
I kept so few of these –
moments fell from lives
already done
whispers of the oldest breeze
cools familiar suns –
and rivers travel
backwards to the sea

somewhere else
my name is given –
tho I can’t recognize
the timber of affection
the permanence of grace
written by the one to know me
(now to know me still)
tho just as I
without the whole
of time

or memory
of why this way
and when another passed
as woodsmoke from the valley
kissed the morn

as light before I felt it
warmth against my cheek –
and nights I’ve walked for miles
in search of more
than what I sense in secret –
a music none can hear
a moving through
the wilderness of I

creation frees
ten thousand tides
spun of finest wings –
circled in a forest left behind –
poems writ on reams
of maple leaf –
breath retracing
rings of destiny

verses strung
from branch to branch
answers stitched between –
the hand I know
still holding
from the fall

becomes a dream ~

14 Saturday Jul 2012

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And here a place
remembered now –
an old familiar longing.
Somewhere I stood
forgotten not
(the way) the trees were bent.

Spinning worlds
of scarlet rapture –
passion pushed us skyward
to places I was known –
a name I wore.

To give of faith uncertain –
might hold me closer (still)
a moment more
than ever I recall.
The proof of life is giving
lovers will again –
bound to all
that matters now (is love).

Needs not a voice
professing –
or signs we failed to see.
A kinder place
(to live) becomes our dream.
Surrendered every burden
(come as whispers to the bed)
yet stalks the darkest night
in search of me.

Across and through
these broken panes –
sunlight weaves to shadow.
As planets fall –  ungirded
and I am swept away
unto a path – I knew the same
(can’t be the only one).
Was walking toward the light
awaiting me.

Might breath concede –
as I have kept
to truths (I dare not utter)
or take of this
a vow – to save my soul.
Before the dawn comes surely –
what more shall I conceive
to hold anew –
the places I have loved.

Might I endure
another death – with choice
to reach the crossing –
else dying leave
reminders to my skin.
As I have known
(will know me then)
love that calls me (sweetly).

Eternity returning me –
to find my home again.