were not for this ~

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a future shore

departed
as the want for more
when seasons passed between
the shoreline
and the essence born of dreams
silence swirls
in shades of pale –
shadows skirt and scatter
were not for this
a promise
once we made

to come again
to know anew –
the power of surrender
as crushed to shells
along a distant strand
beauty hides
in early tides
flowing outward
ever –
to meet the sun
once lusted
by the light

. . .

a fence I cannot own ~

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prepared

I have no need
for promise –
words without the strength for this
a vow unspoken
whispered into pillows
when I’m missed
a call across the orchard
let the willing heart remain
without the want
for yesterdays –
when welcomed home again
a porch that needs repairing
a fence I cannot own
vines a verse becoming
streams of marigold
pull me back
a lazy hawk
where sunday morning glows
arms to reach around me
another hand
to hold

. . .

the choice for everafter ~

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nearme

do you stutter
when surrender
finds its way
onto your tongue
is promise left to bleed
outside your door
when the choice
for everafter
makes a case for one more day
a longing sweet
as any
come before
do you dry your tears
while sorrow
makes a home inside your soul
do you lie awake
to wonder
over words
that you haunt you so
is there anything
remembered –
of the life you dared to dream
were your plans for love
forsaken
in your quest for all
it means

. . .

all I knew was dancing ~

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daddy and me

how gracious time
with all her ways –
to spread a comfort o’er me
when nights
their darkness gathers
to my bed
I recall a time
ten thousand more
as breath when I was dying
hands around my hands
a kiss upon the head

dreams of somewhere
I was yours
for miles
the pathway beckoned
a springtime breeze
swirling blossoms round
til all I knew
was dancing –
two and back again
within your arms
high above
the ground

April 6th – Two years since my daddy passed. His real birthday. ❤