wake me ~

22 Monday Jan 2018

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always, intimacy, life, love, memory, soul, spirit, surrender, time, truth

beyond

wake me home
some other time –
beyond this life remembered
fall to me the places
I have known –
save for me
a little house
with not much more
for leaving –
arms to fold
wake me now
to home

. . .

souvenirs ~

15 Wednesday Nov 2017

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always, alzheimers, dreams, gravel roads, home, life, love, remembering, reminders, stars, time, truth, whispers

sunrise (2)
remember me
the sunset
pressed into the plain
as shadow
where the mountains
meet the sea

remember me
a field of lace
where once you lay
me down
beneath a sky
of ancient whisperings

remember me
an always
we dared to reminisce
of one more one day
a star to wish
upon

remember me
the twilight ~
I fell into your eyes
raptured by a
fleeting glimpse
of home

. . .

want to wander ~

19 Thursday Oct 2017

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always, life, love, memory, poetry, sometimes, telling, time, truth, understanding

blossoming

for truth
I’ve born
the lovers plea ~
and wrapped
my words in tears
let loose
a veil of verses
to fill each brief
refrain

what past
we’re want
to wander –
lest memory concede
a place within
the heart
of truth –
a place where love
remains

. . .

easy ~

18 Friday Sep 2015

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always, distance, home, homecoming, letting go, life, light, love, promise, somewhere sometimes, starting, still, trust, unremembered

a long looking back
to a moon
o’er my shoulder
to eyes that haven’t changed
though days spread
between
the first and forever
of an almost forgotten
kiss for another
knew me back when
life was just starting
love was this easy
and you were
uncertain
just dreaming
of me

. . .

Q ~

30 Thursday Apr 2015

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always, beauty, blessings, bliss, eternity, friendship, grief, joy, life, love, presence, Q, spirit, Susan Q. Fults, truth

in the gracious greys
of just before
sunlight spills the dawn
darkness pulls
his tender heart
to mine
silence rings
with angels
rafters bend and sway
heaven wanders
not so far –
not so far away
from evermore returning
words without a sound
to grieve ten thousand
mornings
with a sigh
love is but a moment
of light before
the dawn
a dream denied
the safety
of the night

Author’s Note: As the result of an ectopic pregnancy in 1984 , she required
a blood transfusion. It saved her life, but took something in return.

Testing wasn’t the norm, and she contracted Hepatitis C. It would
not relent, and claimed permanence via liver cancer in 2012. This weekend,
hospice was called in.

She waits, and those who love her pray for a miracle. And yet,
already she is one. For Q with love always.

. . .