before my bones grow cold ~

27 Thursday Feb 2020

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justthis (2)

what measure this –
the meeting
of ancient light to soul
in stories
tell me once again –
before my bones grow cold

brittle
as beginning they
warmed within your arms
gather me
tether me –
against the sweet foretelling
of alarm

where name becomes
a memory –
some other life begins
beyond this golden sunset
I exist –
remember how I loved
how I’ll miss

the making of each moment
within the nights to come

let me go
how far and still –
already
I’ll be home

. . .

Cheryl McCann
5/30/1977 ~ 02/26/2020

eighteen ~

25 Tuesday Feb 2020

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whathavewebecome

there’s nothing left
to understand
nothing more to promise
no vow of recollection –
verses without rhyme
do you remember
anything
of every breath
remaining
a whisper of forgiveness
when arriving at the shore
did you think
I had forgotten
misplaced my faithful
longing –
a day reserved for turning ’round
backwards into now

. . .

one more yesterday ~

25 Tuesday Feb 2020

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sweepmeaway

sometimes
the right of not quite fair
is more than I can carry –
the wrong
of who decided
when and where

the road would lead –
dreams would snare
the tired soul from slumber

would years reward
the wanderer
with one more yesterday

a kiss
denied the keeping –
touch
by time erased
paths we took
unknowing
of the coming back
to grace

. . .

a secret passed in dying ~

20 Thursday Feb 2020

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trustme

I won’t wait
the evening brush
of clarinet to fiddle –
I won’t deny your leaving
for some other
grace undone

they say
for one
another waits
beyond the rest –
a sweeter sun

yet I have yet to understand
how deep the burn ignites

through it all
a whispered sigh
was a secret passed in dying
dare I wait the coming back –
for the sweet embrace
of light

here –
and I
some other day
will recall the truth
this life betrayed
ten thousand loves –
as trade for one

ten thousand breaths
in flight

. . .

of morning ~

12 Wednesday Feb 2020

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beyond

who will tell
of morning mists
when I have wandered on
beyond the tempt
of story
into another dawn

who will write
and who will speak
for those denied a voice
who will know
of ways they keep –
by destiny
or choice

what song
the dove
remembers well –
for another one she flies
by touch
a stand of cedars –
holds each star
against the sky

what history
the river lays
along a path of pines
who will bear
their stories home
when light
has tempered mine

. . .

once to come ~

30 Monday Dec 2019

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I asked you once to come –
when winter was melted
as petals pushed forward
to remember
the home
I described for you
in the silver convergence
of dreams

I asked you come
to stay beyond
leaving
one more time
to hold me together
through another
letting go

I asked you to come
but now –
recalling
has lessened the reasons
for wanting you here
when spring
is returning
– and the winter
so fond in remembrance
has left me
to go

where once I begged you
to come

. . .