I can’t (but I do) ~

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how is it I know
(I can’t but I do)
the taste of your touch
in the morning
when streams of sunlight
warmed by your skin
settle in love’s mortal dew
how is it I know
(I can’t but I do)
the way that your hand
fits to mine
or body to body
heartbeats to one
breathless beginning all over
I wonder
I wander
some nights until dawn
how is it I know
(I can’t but I do)

three days ~

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this is the place
I wished for
something moves upon the wind
and longing
feels no urgency to go
cedar sweats
as knot to knot
grain against the strumming
as white to flash
a covey spills to flight

I am here
within the wonder
the same as shale and story
to fill my blood with love ~
strength that pulls
the pines

let be
this time of loving
let not my words be caught
in harsh regrets
or looking back
to other ways I crossed
to tender paths
I wonder still
what fate awaited there
was given me for choosing
with nothing to compare
let me sit
with this becoming
as destiny unfolds
a brush against
what might have been
a solace to my soul

above a crush
of timber
wings to span the sky
and somewhere close
I hear the river sing
as soft the breeze reminds me
I am home again
this in-between
tho just the same
as hemlock, fir, and myrtle
my roots reach deep
into this place
of love

I know this song
the sound of leaves
whispers still the forest
I close my eyes
and hear the evening tide
a melody remembered
is played again at twilight
once given to the trees
when love befell the dreamer
notes of ash and chestnut
were floated out to sea
I wonder do they miss
the shore
another place they sing

loosen my heart ~

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take of my life
the best in concession
lest ever I trade
of heaven my lines
and strip of the blade
a chance for renewal
or walk without thought
for blossoming fair

loosen my heart
as tethered by longing
and set as a dove on the gale –
would ever I live
let me love
through their presence
and breathe of the air
as the ones
that I know

pry from my hands
every start written over
and make for a place
in the wood
stretch every word
to encircle the cedars
til vowels
become years
in the shade

bury me
carry me
feed me to sparrows
long might I live
in the shelf of a wing
dream
where I wake
as a verse rediscovered
familiar my song
as notes to the wind

as silence to watch
from clouds
softly drifting
back to the places
remembered
I love

forever spoken ~

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I am but a stranger,
where promise has come to live.
I have held the hand of heartache,
with the love I swore to give ~
turned the storm
against the current,
tossed the sea of raining blue ~
poured her foam into the heavens,
set the sun
to burn anew.

I am but a sailor,
from my hands, a compass wrought.
A lantern to the stillness,
quiet calm by living bought.
I shall carry you to healing,
by the touch of endless grace ~
bring you flowers from the mountain,
yet to fill your sorrow’s place.

I am but a soldier,
born to fight your bitter ills,
come to find
your beauty hidden
far beyond the rolling hills.
I shall be your sole redemption,
words alone could never say.
I am love forever spoken ~
a lowly prayer
within your pain.

I am but a moment
in all the times you’ve known,
one reason for your seeking –
that which knows the way to home.
When no other will remember,
I alone will speak your name.
When destiny is written,
love shall find the way
we came.

play me ~

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Come with me
down ancient paths
into the meadow’s
deepened dark –
petals worn and faded pink.

Come with me.

Play me as your music –
laughter spilled
from open hearts –
a moment undeserved
of blessings known.

Wishes sail
above the trees.
Silence wears a winter dress.
A sweeter kiss I could not know –
or take from passion’s lips.

With scarlet leaves
we paint the boughs
anew (this grand cathedral).
Colors melt the world
into our song.

The breeze bears
every dream –
into another sleeping sun.
Waiting there (as love)
I find direction.

Eternities between –
tho nothing more than waking.
Mine is the open hand
that bids you
come.

And the universe
cries – I will.

curs’ed design ~

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was a curs’ed design
to suffer unknowing –
would memories come
when thought
they were gone

a song
or a sigh
a word without meaning
but to worlds once created
by some other hand

when tears become rain
and the road
a reminder – of once
we were talking
of where we might go

when leaves cannot fall
without colors
creating –
a glass through which heaven
seemed dull
(that one day)

when shadows
though harmless
hold whispers of something –
late nights
and lifetimes
of stars rarely crossed

lines crease the page
of a map so familiar –
as verses run back cross
our days –

and your name
never quite sounds the same

a curs’ed design
as flame to a vapor –
as breath to the half
we recall

eternal remembrance ~

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were seasons past
eternal remembrance –
no sky filled with smoke could erase
the magic of moments
from far far away –
and the coming back home
to embrace

another noonday
of rain to my soul
ashes or leaves –
I’m not sure
but of those were the same
your hand wrapping mine
and a promise
where nothing was heard

but the slow steady drum
of forever receding –
matchless to fate (restless stars)
stings as the echo
of where you were falling
tears (don’t they see
I can’t go)

living comes still by the same
crooked fence
and a stand of pink dogwood
in spring

what did you say
I wonder so often –
even now I go back (in dreams)
to lie just this close
as I can to the parting –
might I linger too long
with a ghost

wanting (for something)
one more everafter –
pieces and places (you know) –
as the drum ceased its beating
and guns met with thunder –

the arms
that forgave me
let go

but for these hands ~

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forgotten now
the plan to dream
within the web of waking
to chase away the demons
from my door

to touch with care
the shadow’s snare
as tied to me – they wander
forsaken every thought
of holding on

what skillful trade
of turning truth
in perfect imperfection
from one – another way
reveals my own

undaunted
by the sleepless flight
spinners knit the darkness
blind but for these hands
to know their way

seamstress
of divine intent
fitted me for longing –
has stretched
my lowly threads
to catch the dream

without within ~

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without within
the circle to begin
and what of love I gave
a tide becomes

as ever there was one
anew (I am)
returning as the sunrise
to your sands

love waits not a moment
a time or place to be –
might worlds concede to rules
(though there be none)

as one to be
(enough for me)
the only way I know
tis more than life –
breathing just this way

reason falls so easy
from the valley of my hands
the ways to cross –
mountains unto you

(and you)
were just as unprepared
as I to comprehend
love beyond the realms
of you and I –

circles now remembering
eternities to come
without within
there is no end –

the universe of one

the reach of rain ~

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if only this
I knew would be –
and tonight my last
to breathe
would dare I lie awake
and think of you

unfearful of tomorrow
of moments never come –
might love return
to find me gone (away)
as petals past the reach
of rain –
junebugs in July
snowflakes where the April sun
is laid

beyond this mortal season
a brighter morning waits
of all I know –
this only
shall I keep
love shall be my solace –
if e’er the twilight fade

forgotten now the nights
I gave to sleep