silver queen

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grant me now
this moment rare
when all the world goes mute
though somewhere I can hear
a symphony
but know I not the rhythm
or whether meant for me –
haunted by familiar melodies

of crickets on the orchard
wing`eds come to roost
stars – I know them all
(as they know me)
places on the hardwood
I could trace them (in the dark)
for times I’ve spent alone
they waited me

and worried not
the lateness of the hour
opened every window (let me be)
took me from my brokenness
swore to help me fly
kept to watch me over
in the darkest storms of life

nights I would not walk
to find myself

of all I know –
the love they keep
would never let me fall
or change the crops
from silver queen to sweet

seasons
have no purpose here
(I am always spring)
splinters worn away
in coming home

rush remembered ~

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for every chapter
left unscripted ~
someone writes the night away
words to yellows
lining verses –
now our deepest thoughts
betray

love returning
grace for giving
wide the paths we cleared before
nothing more than joys
remembered –
moments live
worth dying for

e’er this be all
we leave of living
as pens confess our every need
rhyme to mourn
our trusted telling
when breath is passed –
and longing freed

evensong ~

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a passing by
the window –
a voice I knew somewhere
when traces of another
moments spent
concede to consequences
and unlike times before
have brought me back
awaiting winter’s chill

returned to love
within this realm of being
the night was gone
before I knew your ways
how is it lives have come
and gone – dreamed
while I was sleeping
I knew you then –
a sweeter evensong

when loved before
was breathing just this easy
the key was lost –
but I had sworn to find
souvenirs of reason come
(am I the only seeker)
stood the night
and waited for the dawn

wherever truth
is waiting –
shall think of you
(the same) and worry not
when dreaming
brings you round

ashes melt
as snow wafts o’er the valley
the river’s up
I smell familiar seas
verses meant for keeping
(I remember)
tis time to turn –
forever waits
for me

move me ~

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Move me to pause
in the midst of these moments
when life goes unnoticed
(lace covered walls).
Move me to silence
lest words give me reason –
to turn from the wonder
was given us all.

Will I be awakened
as the last star is falling –
when east and west waves
together are rolled.
When the sun has burned through
a hole in forever –
the moon – only grieving
his place in my soul.

A sweeter refrain
than thought given motion
move me to witness
stir me to tears
~
Give of my graces
the charge of an angel
life beyond living –
where time disappears.

Back through the ages
a soft recollection –
of others we wandered
this way to reveal.
Move me as Mary
as Rachel and Hannah.
When love we remember –
move me to feel.

murmurs ~

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when once upon another time
I reached to find you home –
as close to this
the skin that seals my drum
as light unto my emptiness
you came as summer sweat –
rain to cool my fevered brow
sometimes

whenever night
your music fills –
and all I know is love
a verse or two
still written on my soul
dreams where we are touching
spills to light my face
smiles –
no matter what the world might bring

longer than the moments kept
lifetimes passed between
eternities –
yet you remain the same
a trace of something magical
amazing gift of truth

love you are –
breath you are
to me

public service announcement ~

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Just a quick note to my fellow bloggers –
those who follow me and those I follow alike –
The weirdest thing has been happening
the last couple of days –

I will go to great lengths to provide a comment
to various items and click send and *poof* it’s gone –
and not like gone into ‘review for moderation’ but
gone as in GONE (zip).

So I decided to investigate the problem (thinking maybe
it was an XP IE java loop of madness or something)
only to find out that many (seemingly well-adjusted)
people have complained about this very thing in the last
two months –

To verify what I learned, I checked my spam, which
I had emptied just last week, and I had 109 messages –

And you guessed it, quite a few were from you,
my dear friends.

Apparently, if the site believes the comment
is spam, it doesn’t send an email –
it just tosses it in the back of the pantry with the
three year old trail mix and dogfood (for a dog
you don’t even have anymore).

I’m off the recover your comments and reply
to them – and who knows, maybe I’ll end up as a
princess in some far off place like Spamolia!

But if you’re wondering why you aren’t seeing a lot
of comments, you might check to see who’s been
misfiled 😉

differences ~

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what is it that we do
to make ourselves of less
than words
than tears
we never dry
for sleepless nights
and children tucked
away in nothing better
than we would give
to those
so not like us
differences
I wonder
more than flesh and bone
and words
were never heard
(but echo still)
what language
bears the burden
of tomorrow
what selfless soul
will grieve for
innocence

stitched together ~

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in pages you remember
to define me as a rose ~
and another time a briar
to your hand –
oceans I was washed ashore
and somewhere there you were
a broken shell –
amazing you –
a man
and I lovely loner
(please come for me)
in beauty to be rescued
from the past –
would ever there be essence
the scent of me to wear
scars
where we were torn
and stitched together –
scars as I was known
apart of you (a part of you)
blossoms yet
wears me now
– to home