years too short ~

19 Monday Nov 2018

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beginning, breath, death, dreams, dust, home, love, rambling, sometimes, time, truth, what I do best, wondering, writing in the dark

centerhill_nov18

as once I knew
this time would be
as years too short
would circle round
from days
tho long
no longer count
I wonder still
what I shall miss
when words o mine
for none exist

for one more april
shower sweet
another warm july
will tears befall
when leaving comes
for one more this
the rest undone
as lips grown silent
wait again
the taste of wine –
of summer sun

warming verse
upon my brow
love
where love began
what future place
awaits me now
each dream –
a time
by time displaced
for one more
one more everything
another life
by moments held
somewhere filled
by years the same
as these

I feel are passing
a fleeting bliss
how much of all
I love will miss
the warmest tide
against my feet
a blanket spread
of stars

a hand
so certain
thread with mine
another dream
some other
time

. . .

altars of grace ~

24 Wednesday Oct 2018

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beginning, grace, life, love, memory, returning, time, truth, without end

soulstop

when time is surrendered
to altars of grace –
I will smiling remember
the light
of your face

the ease of permission
as shadows to fall –
allowing one winter
when spring
came to call

as futures rehearsed
o’er a lifetime or two –
only joy in returning
to the memory
of you

. . .

they never said ~

24 Tuesday Apr 2018

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assurance, beginning, eternity, grace, life, love, spirit, the good times are still ahead, truth, understanding

neartohome

how many times
the coming back –
across ten thousand years
to realize
what wasn’t real –
how life could disappear

like everything
we wished for –
when came the time to leave
holding still to all we loved –
dreams we dared
believe

they never said
nor once confessed
the truth of love’s restraint
to fold across
eternities
wherever life remains

a beginning
never ended –
just beyond the reach of fate
love released of wanting
beyond this sorrow –
waits

. . .

born of eve ~

20 Friday Apr 2018

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beginning, bloom, flowers, love, nature, seasons, spring, time

remember me spring

daylight steals her dewy breath
begs the blossoms bloom
with colors of ten thousand summer songs
brushed into a tapestry
laced with rich perfume
the soul’s delight
held captive by the wind
dusted to the mountain tops
swept upon the sea
gardens burst familiar –
as children born
of eve

. . .

the beginning of time ~

23 Friday Feb 2018

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beginning, blessing, gravel roads, home, life, love, moments, old maps, only this, surrender, time, truth

nearenough

let me love you
while I can –
while my hands
can decipher
the map of your soul
the breadth
of your journey
merging with mine
for a moment
untested –
the beginning
of time

let me love you
while I can –
while these bones
can remember
the fusion of wills
fingers weaving
with fingers
toes to curl
forgive me this –
the beginning of all
I’d forgotten
to miss

. . .

one more place ~

06 Tuesday Feb 2018

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beginning, birth, death, eternal, faith, grace, home, hope, life, love, reading in the dark, redemption, salvation, time, truth

beyond

beyond the dusk
where dying sleeps –
and promise lives unspoken
love remains
though silent now its verse
cold upon the lips of faith
wrapped in weary hands
chiseled to the stone
wherein we pray
for one more place
beginning
another time to grieve
the passing of a moment
into grace

. . .

oak ~

26 Friday Jan 2018

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beginning, belonging, comfort, life, love, meditation, nature, prayer, seeing in the dark, solace, solitude

friend

plant me
in the warmest spot
where sunlight spills to earth
face me north
and spread my branches
wide
sing that I might
recognize
the ancient rites of wind
that I might feel
the whispers
sweet glad tidings
of the night

snare me
with your ribbons
your cares of yesterday
keep me
as the place you come
to pray
in silence
let me witness
the musings of your soul –
dress me up
with stories
never told

share me
with rememberings
of once a noontide kiss
a late night tear
when no one knew
to listen
a moonlight dance
of sweet embrace
welcoming your sighs
as branches bent
to shield you
from the echoes
of goodbye

. . .

the fierce embrace of living ~

25 Thursday Jan 2018

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beginning, divine blessing, immortality, living, love, purpose, reflection, soul, spirit, truth

reflection

were not for love
what purpose this –

the fierce embrace
of living
the gentle tug
of evermore –
a hand that fits
the same

what mortal death
the slightest power
to steal what none can steal
truth
that even silent lips
proclaim

tis not for us
to understand
of breath
beyond the knowing
of graces heaven gathers
in our name

. . .

returned to rhyme ~

23 Tuesday Jan 2018

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beginning, breath, constellation, immortal, infinite, life, love, nature, never ending, soul, spirit, stars, story, truth

lost

was e’er a moment
feigned recall
the whisper of your sigh –
a taste of memory
was your kiss
a story of beginning
as life returned to rhyme
verses spilt in silent
reverie

where stars are yet
becoming
a place i know by heart
forever shines the brightest
in your eyes
a billion tiny wishes
of constellation web –
flames to fill
a dark
eternity

. . .

weaver ~

30 Monday Oct 2017

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another me, beginning, birth, death, home, life, love, mystery, seasons, story, time, truth, unremembering

closerthis

I was a story
born of will and ink
before I knew
to know you well
for all I was ~
another choice
with one more truth
to tell
another me
some other time
tho lifetimes lay between
the start
and this beginning
was nothing
as it seemed
of birth and breath
goodbye and then
to meet again somewhere
beyond the grace
of giving ~
another dream to share
where weaving
I have noticed
lines to write anew
seasons come from waiting
watching –
a moment
passing thru