when my end
is come
will i taste
your name
as i rush
the silver ethers
a final turn
at destinies
where moments pass –
a breath between
wherein my pulse
is tamed
a memory
where yesterday
remains
. . .
breath between ~
31 Friday Dec 2021
Tag Archives: age
breath for breath ~
20 Wednesday Oct 2021
were there signs
we failed to notice
edges faded gray
words we lost in speaking
as hearts for others
paid
other lives
we left forsaking
what might be our last goodbye
what might wait
beyond the sunset
coral wings
against the night
without fault
without remembrance
lest our days be counted less
than a moment
life was traded –
soul for soul
breath for breath
were there signs
we gave each other
memory carved into the soul
touching places
we were lovers –
coming home
and letting go
. . .
still to go ~
15 Wednesday Sep 2021
Tags
age, covid, death, fragile days, life beyond our life, moments, reality, seasons, time, truth
what of this
was ever mine –
in living I laid claim
when ages pass
and tears are dried
who will know
my name
how long before
my voice is fade
and every word denied
would that this verse
be written o’er
or washed beneath
the tide
how long have I
a day
a year –
whatever grace allows
to keep what I
am keeping –
names I speak aloud
so many now
the gates are loosed –
tis not for me to know
of dreams beyond
this dreaming –
places still
to go
. . .
for graces to grieve ~
30 Monday Aug 2021
were living
made heavy
by times we let pass
days we forgot
for graces to grieve
were love
but a memory
carved to our soul
a place
we remembered
to be
gathered
to story
the weight of our years
moments deeper
than skin
were longing
the measure by which
we remain
a name
breathed in silence
amen
. . .
parallel ~
26 Monday Jul 2021
Posted in Poetry, spirituality, Storytelling, verse
Tags
age, another time, heart, home, in another life, love, memory, parallel lives, presence, spirit, time, truth, what we keep
in another life
the coffee can wait
time is forgotten
as whiskers
memorize my skin
but I’ll not complain
for fear of less
the wait
to drift between
fragile as these worlds
of might have been
in another life
kids are laughing
you are laughing too
a smile invades your eyes
as I concede
hands reach out
across the day –
a distance not so far
a touch
as I’m reminded
not to leave
in another life
years are past
and still you hold my hand
echoes of a lifetime
nearly gone
folded into letters
tucked against
my heart –
souls are faded
nearly into one
in another life
water falls
blue into the light
my feet are bare
the river cold
as cedars rise above
songbirds sit on branches
familiar as their songs –
silence waits
the welcome of your
love
. . .
clinging to whispers ~
07 Monday Jun 2021
Posted in Poetry, spirituality, verse
to wonder
have I
with only my sight
to remember
the place
I began
with a wish
cast to darkness
and the taste
of your name
robbed me of sleep
swept as a sigh
to somewhere
in space
not far from your rest
clinging to whispers
saved not for one
tis there
I am home
moored by a star
flanked by the memory
of where I become
a voice
awake in your dream
. . .
memory of bliss ~
03 Monday May 2021
Posted in Poetry, spirituality, verse
Tags
age, blessings of the heart, bliss, divine intimacy, life, love, memory, moments of eternity, time, value, worth
when my days are swept
golden –
into all I have left
when moments
are counted for more
I shall look at these hands
and remember the ways
they warmed to your longing
as never before
when my ears have misplaced
the sound of your voice –
a melody penned
long ago
as my eyes
fill with tears –
once reflected by yours
ocean deep pools
of your soul
tho my arms be denied
the reaching around –
I will rest in the memory
of bliss
when my tongue has forgotten
the taste of your name
my lips will remember
your kiss
. . .
returning ~
29 Thursday Apr 2021
Posted in Poetry, spirituality, verse
history
keeps no record
of lives I lived before –
choices made
a promise trade
as want for evermore
no place
I should have faltered
a kiss I might have kept –
had I known
the fear in falling
was answer for regrets
another time
some other day –
and I without a doubt
lived my life
returning –
to the place
once dreamed about
will age erase
my story –
ease these scars I wear
take from me
your memory
moments written there
another day
some other time –
years before I knew
I was waiting
for the moment
when I’d
remember you
. . .
missing ~
20 Tuesday Apr 2021
Posted in Poetry, spirituality, verse
Tags
a hand to hold, ache, age, grief, life, live, love, memory, missing, sorrow, soul, spirit memory, time, touch, trust
somewhere I know
you’re missing me –
I feel it in my bones
thick as blood
the curse of love
some other to atone
some other truth
an ageless lie –
to me they taste the same
as chicory to brandy –
memory to flame
somewhere
there is no faulting –
or life to intercede
somewhere
we sleep as one
in fields of green
beyond the reach
of wanting –
for another hand to hold
somewhere
the heart remembers
how I miss you
in my soul
. . .
familiar sunrise ~
10 Wednesday Mar 2021
Posted in a time for telling, home, Poetry, Storytelling
Tags
age, dream, home, life, love, my house, pieces of me, returning to a home we never left, spirit memory, story, time
what share would I give
of a life fully lived
another life to recall
arms reaching out
from the shadows –
words cut short
by the fall
a house settled back
on the edge of a wood
smoke in the air
in my eyes
steps from my watch
at the window –
dawns a familiar
sunrise
would e’er creation
remember me whole
to places I loved long ago
memories tease
at the edge of my reaching
of something
I already know
Author’s Note: Of those who know me well, a few know me better. They know of the house that has been a part of my dreams since I was a child. As of late, they come less frequent (I have a theory on that) but still. I’ve never been there, and yet I know it, and could find it if chance put me within a mile or two. I know the steps from the porch to the fence, the soft old rose print of wallpaper in the smallest bedroom, the way the wind howls through the trees at night. A dear friend who I shared my stories with once commented that she and I should take a trip in search of ‘the house’. “I’m sure it’s near here, and we could find out who actually lives there.” I froze. She didn’t understand at all. “I live there.”
In another life. I am in the kitchen as morning climbs the steps. I dance beneath a faded bulb, and worry not for sleepless nights in which I am lost (I am found). I love.
But in this life, in those moments that reach my soul, I pause. I place my hand against a window, upon someone’s heart. I close my eyes (a snapshot) and whisper “remember this”. ❤
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