nights beyond this sleep ~

30 Tuesday Jul 2013

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for every time
I knew –
another here awaiting
some presence
come to feel
me up with lies
of mercy me and mysteries –
who are you to tell
of words we used for love
I knew them well

for longing hurts
as nothing worse
than e’er I knew before
what questions hold not answers
of relief
bittersweet the falling
of what I know as truth
I dreamed you home
to nights beyond
this sleep

beyond this fearful
waking
some understanding lost
who shall sit the night
worth waiting for –
remembering another
when wishes lit the dark
I am here
the same as once
we were

. . .

paper white ~

30 Tuesday Jul 2013

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silence partakes
of all that we matter –
streams through the kitchen
and runs down the hall
forgotten the sound
of laughter repenting
ignorance waits
to steal from us all

weak from the struggle
stronger the scars
are folded as wings
paper white –
the last time we noticed
was the first
we were loved
as silent to speak
in defense of the night

were morning left over
love coming down –
as black turns his face
on the dawn
little we know
the end just beginning
as destiny wills us
remember –
move on

. . .

home to you ~

28 Sunday Jul 2013

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how can I know
of words begin
pretending there be more
would change the past
and clear the page
of verses writ
before

spoke aloud
and screamed sometimes
when longing takes me far
much further now
the silver shines
unbested by the dark
a dip into the wishing well
and things one time
I knew
would light the way
as I have come –
a stranger –
home to you

the journey of becoming
in fated black and white
a jaded note
I found somewhere
was passed to you tonight
do you know
the way they worry
the things they say sometimes
of ways I feel
I’ve found my way
into your every rhyme

held against
your darkest ink
tied to words unsaid
remember me
the way we were
the way I loved instead
of this I am
tho far it seems
for truth the poet yearns
retelling our begining –
another love
to learn

. . .

heavens I have known ~

27 Saturday Jul 2013

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of solitude
no worse for grace
alone is not so very
as stars to swear
allegiance to the soul
gathered breath into the wake
of one more everafter
I shall live
in heavens I have known

find me near
the water’s edge
beneath a pink umbrella
swept along with dreams
the wait becomes
past the turn in churning
one more tender take
spring is fell
and love is just begun

. . .

a place beneath ~

26 Friday Jul 2013

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would give myself
I don’t know how –
of direction left to go
forgiven me a lie I understood
the lessons made
of leaving –
words don’t taste the same
time has left me waiting
as it should

touch reserves
a place beneath
the places I’ve become –
something I can’t tell
the way it is
as much a part
as red run deep
as dark my sleep to fear
dreams are nothing I’m prepared
to miss

seems as though
the past recalls –
just a road I took from here
returning to a destiny
I knew
sweet the folded
almost map –
tucked inside my heart
roads are meant to find me
finding you

. . .

echoes down to rain ~

24 Wednesday Jul 2013

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touch me
without knowing
what will work
and what will lose –
moments without rush
to understand

the dreams of shared
illusion –
I turned
and you were there
standing with forever
in your hands

dare me love
and I won’t give
of memories – my soul
a morning after
never meant for much

the sweetest verse
became perfume
I wear most every day
reminders –
now reminding me
to love

sweat the night
the smallest sigh
will get me
every time –
were heaven falling
echoes down to rain –

last I knew
you’d find me here
the same
tho nothing easy
catch my smile –
as here I fall again

. . .

wish into word ~

24 Wednesday Jul 2013

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here
and I listen
speak and so slowly
the dark pulls away from the night
a prisoner stirs
from secrets well kept
and leans her way
into light

forgiven
to being
forgotten allegiance
even now –
my whispers are heard
in places kept safe
by coming and going
– scattered as wish
into word

stay my communion
as one shade of summer
skylight confessions
I make
flush with the shadow
of all night returning
– will love find my arms
when thought
stirs awake

. . .

prophecy ~

23 Tuesday Jul 2013

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Was a moment
I remembered –
to know we were the same
as destined
I was come
to wear your name.

Safe within
this prophecy
of light His hand to write
– stories yet becoming
of our life.

Of lifetimes
not so many –
even now the past
so dear –
as where we were
when first
I held you near.

The first to keep –
these hands to know
of graces to remember.
Love –
that first sweet breath
of spring –
still lingers
on December.

~ ~

Author’s Note: Written for the grandparents
of a dear friend – celebrating 76 years together.
Happy forever, Charley and Lyz.

. . .

white ~

23 Tuesday Jul 2013

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lullabies seldom
we tether by word
just a feeling
of wanting
with not much to say
tiny white stitches
hold us
together –
feathers to fly us
away

will I
sometimes
be remembered
as spring
as blushing to laurel
the ways we became
in joyful surrender –
tell me again
of places you know
where stars
have no names

. . .

every might have been ~

22 Monday Jul 2013

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would e’er the truth be hidden
in hands I long to hold
or stories known
where ending –
love begins
swept along on destinies
found our way to home –
light is folded passion
to the skin

would e’er I choose
these aches to still –
to free this sacred vow
to gather now
with will to lose the same
as blossom without berries
blackbirds sweep the sun
winds resound –
but they don’t know
my name

would e’er there be
arms so wide
would hold eternity –
or count the times returning
for a kiss
would suffer
every might have been
for one more letting go
love is come from moments
sorely missed