street lights ~

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beyond the still
of eight o’clock –
candles breech the distance
and gather round
the aging fence –
like wayward butterflies
lost to winds
their mirrored soul –
now they light the darkness
to guard the path
along the wood
lest I be coming back
and see them there
a multitude of promises I’ve known –
whispers like the silk
that is their sound
nightlights where the evening sits
yellow flashing signs
of where they go
I cannot say for sure
but in the peace that touches me
when I have passed beyond
I breathe into the rush
that knows my soul

I will ~ (haiku)

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if your tears would flow
to fill the empty oceans
I will dry them all

if your heart should ache
beyond words to remember
I will write for you

if your love were lost
within another’s promise
I would come for you

if the world stopped today
I would keep this memory safe

if my heart should cease believing
my soul will burn a candle

memories of grace ~

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whatever proof
you seek to find –
my arms are empty now
of all I have –
would give again
of love – as fate allowed

of mornings bright
without the need
to wait on love’s refrain
how tender this – the passing on
while yet as one remain

for every time
I let you down –
let not another be
remembered as the best I kept
in shrouds of mystery

no burden
for the fearful one
no call to fill my place
broken never kept regret –
for memories of grace

whatever else is given
than to be at peace
once more
would I be less to understand
these lessons waited for

no long way back
or short way home –
not one could take from me
the truth I hold
beneath my skin –
as only you can see

yet the same ~

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I wonder sometimes
what’s the last you recall
was I not (yet the same)
as you knew
when remembered my name
as a sigh of hello
and a wind barely gone
like the breath
of a storm

for all that I write
some words will not shake
though I’ve waited
with pen to my soul
and scattered my pages
as morning to noon –
never written
(even now
are unknown)

there’s a place
in my dreams
somewhere I once lived
with nothing –
no remnant of proof
just a house (with me standing)
someplace I can’t say
four rooms
from the front
I’ve been counting so long –
ten steps from the porch
to become

where and I wander
more and more
as I must –
tis a life
where I’m dreaming
awake

you and I passing
on paths to the sun
as once there were moons
on the rise
thirteen seasons –
(returning us home)
days come to days
come to light

for all that I was
I am not
yet the same

choice (to choose) ~

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was past the need for choosing
when I chose again (to be)
no memory remained of
what you said
(or what I heard)
was only my (desire)
a need to search each wonder why
and when at last to understand
reasons as I would
choose (to choose) again

roads to breech
and days between
paths took me away
rural roads
and tin roofs (singing still)
boxes nailed from tree to tree
a river flowed right by
(had I forgotten
just how blue your winter kiss)

I waded in
teased by leaves
were somewhere spinning songs
pieces left of me (I couldn’t place)

held me there
sad as sails
(kaleidescope of colors)
pulled beneath the rapids
by the flood

forever breaks
in ripples along familiar shores
stretching clear and deep
to raise the proof
of time (a sweet surrender)
not as young as I was then
leaves fell from branches
of the tree where first we loved

lost from where they came
they go (again)

teach me ~

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teach me to love you
as once I did love –
speak into being
the will of the winds
save me
from waking –
as I have been dreamed
in clouds o’er the canyon
in seas neath the sea

help me
believe me
give me the answers
were mine for the asking
but whispered away
touch as was tempting
eternities promise
a lifetime no more
than a moment replayed

of powers revealing
all we were then
e’er we are still
with reason to find
of truths – only this
keeps a place on my pillow
and warms now the shelf
known as time

teach me the ways
you have journeyed to find me
show me the place
where you lay
draw me a chart of faraway fathers
stars as we passed
yesterday

tell me of others
moments we gathered
glistening sand –
would forever we trade
teach me to love you
as once I was love –

backroads ~

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senseless seems
the passing fever –
warm then cold again
as weavers weave
to fields already brown
a yearning soon forgotten –
else beauty turn away
to find the blooms
though hidden there
lost within the grey –
daisy with the weaper

cinderella
surely passed this way

a mile or two
to wander back –
o’er paths we meant to follow
kept for this a map –
the best to find
when once before encountered love
along these lowly backroads
remembered how we sat
here in the shade

and spoke with words unspoken
eyes a story told
berries ripened faster
than our truth –
the trees forgot to tell us
one day we’d understand
of lifetimes left
in moments here –
drying in the sun

never danced ~

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where was I
to wander still
in places I was missing
turned around
to find my path again
smiling without reason
didn’t see the raging storm
did I dance the same
for you (I never danced)

you know my truth
by stories I’ve forgotten
within the realms of love
everything I knew before
returning life
relearning joy
were sins too hard (to carry)
not a one could leave
except as I concede

there are dragons here
I planted to another time (I swear)
juniper and honeysuckle vine
was I planning then
to come again
to rest in beds of splendor
to soar above a field
of gypsy lace

adrift somewhere in knowing
evermore remains with me
swept along
on life’s imagined wing
how is it I remember
every past forgiven now
the beauty I became
when I believed

every now and then ~

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with the faith of love
returning –
clouds beyond the smoke
and poems someone wrote to me
this way –

of serenades
in mid July –
April now forgotten
cept when the night birds
send the chill to bed

and come the frost
to take of vows –
spinning scarlet
dancers
wrapped in stems of lace –
the latest style

wished upon
a morning star
one night in late November –
tied a secret
to a firefly
and waited for the Spring

southern winds returning ~

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welcomed –
every thought impressed
upon my wing-ed heart
cutting through my memories –
(forget)
another call to rise again
who will then remember
repeating (faithfully)
each name –

watched for these
as lights to glow
a reason to consider
and when will all this reaching
have an end –
as southern winds returning
as twilight pressed into
leaves are spun to circles
falling round

chords without the words
(I know)
uncertain harmonies –
tho once before
spun softly into gold
webs of understanding
October (every time)
who am I becoming
to leave you here
alone

remembering
the weight of time –
begs a different answer
than pieces glued together
stories now –
some other fate deciding
sorrows come to soon
will gather ’round my bed
touching prayers
so tenderly

where will then
the lone dove weep
as sunlight
swept to shadows
wings – a quiet wave
brush wonder on the ground
moonlight and mystery
winds beneath my waning
where my years
have gone –
to bring me home

would heaven heed
this quiet sail
surrendered unto dreams
moonlight made for soaring far –
alone remembering