refuge ~

Tags

, , , , , , , , ,

in moments
just before the dream
I recall another life
sunlight through the curtains –
a whispering of pines
waiting by my window
watching for a sign
for another you –
come some other time

and for a while
there is no distance
greater than a sigh –
no night
denied of sleep
would I divide
between the life I understand
and another lived apart
safe as is my pillow –
a refuge to
my heart

. . .

ways I cursed ~

Tags

, , , , , , , , ,

when at last
the wind is gone
and all the seeds dispersed
when comes a night
so cold it fills
my bones
will then
I cease to wonder –
do you understand
me now
the ways I cursed
when first you came
and I was found
somehow

burst as bloom
returned of spring –
one april day I woke
found you there
with ne’er a word to say
who knows
how long
forever takes –
where and when I’ll find
the seed I let
to go
just yesterday

. . .

again ~

Tags

, , , , , , , , , , , , ,

I break
when least expected –
and rise against my will
sometimes I race
sometimes I’m standing still
I’ve known the hurt
of heartbreak
the salty sting of tears
how long the morning after
when after all these years
I still recall
without regret –
most every goodbye kiss
the whisper of remember me
to moments such as this
hearts entreating
music stirring just beneath
my skin
as melodies we played
are played again

. . .

beyond our own ~

Tags

, , , , , , , , , , ,

just beyond the branches reach
beyond the furthest light –
I remember well a reef
of diamond shards –
a single arm reaching out
into the vast unknown
cradled as we were
against the stars

waters swirled around us
sands were washed away –
oceans fell their sorrows
at our knees
poetry was written
with ne’er a thought to rhyme –
carried by the tide
into the sea

the moon was still our friend
embers before dawn –
angels wept for worlds
beyond our own
traces of eternity
still shine beyond the trees –
awaiting our remembrance
to be known

. . .

the certainty of time ~

Tags

, , , , , , , , , , ,

are there days
when you are haunted
whispers to your heart –
a melody you gave to me
so long ago

echoes through the winter
where once you gave it reign
without a thought
to losing all
you know

are there mornings
folded soft
against the certainty of time
a sunrise burning hot
against your soul

. . .

beyond your name ~

Tags

, , , , , , , , ,

sometimes it hurts
more than words –
than e’er a poem
would want confess
I find a joy
in grieving
that moves my soul to rest
to say goodbye
letting go
but for my heart
I might be gone
down the ways
beyond your name
beyond the pull of home
beyond the want
of evermore –
the memory of touch
leaves are falling
storm clouds
into dust

. . .

a picture of a picture ~

Tags

, , , , , , , , , ,

were not for this
would love exist
to sanctify the page –
a picture
of a picture
faded grey

were not for these
these tender lips
created for a kiss –
remembered quite so well
as was your name

were not for time
or lives between –
a thousand more remain
tho ne’er another
I have loved
the same

. . .

sands of my soul ~

Tags

, , , , , , , , , , , ,

when I’ve taken the last
of faith that was given
and turned my back
to the wall –
to wonder how long
this grace
might deliver
when broken each vow
my heart can recall

when I’ve lost
what had saved me –
words where pages lie still
a map once was traced
to the sands of my soul
lest I wander
without want
to be filled

dare me remember
the ways I was carried
and nights I sought peace
in the dark
move me to center
align me with light –
so that grace
seeks to find me
no matter how far

. . .

all we knew of love ~

Tags

, , , , , , , ,

I feel the blush
of a million sighs
whene’er I walk this road
as witness to the place
I go alone

when comes the blaze
of afternoon –
shades I recognize
are laced between the branches
falling round

reminders of another time
was all we knew of love –
sycamore and maple
spinning down

silence rings
in memories –
as close to now was then
whispers falling
echoes met by stone
one hundred years of living
reflected in your eyes
lifetimes come –
ten thousand
dusty roads

. . .