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let me love ~

07 Monday May 2012

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within these walls
of living
the lure of something more
than ever was
might come to me
for taking hold again

dare I close my eyes to hear
echoes of the promise –
warm these restless hands
to touch the soul
when laid upon my beating
to still the ache within
forgotten now the wonder why
love returned for me
forsaken not the bliss
before I dreamed

was never meant for knowing
yet I feel it just the same
a melody remembered (how)
to play
holding on with all I have
another place I am
renewed in me the faith
I need to see
the path to home (no faraway)
delivered me again
to love (I am)
warmth beyond this sun

of all I know
I know much more
in ways I cannot say
in choosing life
you choose to let me love
to touch you as
the first sunrise spills
light into the canyon
truth beyond this wonder
was there I loved
you first

december ~

07 Monday May 2012

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rest
and I will find my way
into your favored dreams –
where feathers sail
and angels wait your will
the wind that is your calling
and I – a song you knew –
rest and I will find you
in places
I have loved

dream
and I (renewed)
shall rise
without the vow you kept
would never speak
of then –
tho sweeter now –
forever pleads our destinies –
ashes of the throne
where I am you
and you are come
again

stay
and in the years denied –
remember our december –
scarlet leaves
surrendered to the snow –
death within the darkness
concedes as life begins –
kiss the lips
that miss you
the taste that is
your name

now I lay me ~

04 Friday May 2012

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when death resolves
to claim me
with not a thought to breath –
and whispers of a longing I was given
me before –
and knew I not
the ways to come
or how the path would wind
beneath the shade of laurel
beyond the reach of light
and I for you
awaiting this
as promised (times) before –
though without right to reason
get me back
I need you more
than yesterday reminded me
the warmth
that is your touch
ashes swirl as memory –
secrets slept beneath the porch
never thought to pray
wasn’t meant to leave –
even now
I hold your name
to the safety of my musing –
faraway
of kindred flame
belonged to me
the story you were writing
(shall I tell)
of where we were
when night was come
I loved you
(loved you well)
forgotten not the heavens
I saw waking in your eyes –
was all I knew
when begged again
of love (before I die)

meant for more ~

03 Thursday May 2012

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the last we were
a stain of glass
patchwork prisms overhead
songbirds swimming through the wood –
boughs to cedar blankets spread
as burst to breath of early bloom
red and yellow
blue and bright –
I held you close
before the sun –
touch made softer by the light

how it was (I never knew
for certain) you were meant for more
than destiny
I’d found myself
in places come as love before
I was new (as you were old)
sixteen rings around the tree
lacey edges fit just so
to guard our paradise of dreams

might I
to fate –
as then (was now)
recall the magic of your name
when spoke aloud
into the night –
would bring me back
the way we came

the last we were
a stain of glass
patchwork prisms overhead

unlikely ~

02 Wednesday May 2012

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would I wait
beneath the falls
that separate these worlds I know –
forgotten to the summers
we were spring
forsaken for a lifetime
the way the water moved –
the sound of laughter
bare feet on the path

remembered not the reason
for promised come again –
names have shifted
granite worn away –
forgotten was the life
I swore to never leave behind
a hand within my hand
I let to fall

unlikely as the first snowflake
blown to mid-July
as autumn grasses gathered
to the sea
returning now
if only for a moment –
you were come
into this place
again (remember me)

e’er breath return
with only one condition –

crazy –
how it happens (still)
a moment so familiar –
the taste that was a name
becomes a sigh

stripes ~

01 Tuesday May 2012

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was driving me
the way to home
back through the writing
of a poem –
along the road –
as verse – a tangled mess was made
he kissed me first
beneath the grey –
of where we’d spent the night before
above the loft to read each line
told the dark
our wishes
(and every one came true)

as secrets passed
my hopes I buried
in stripes (that were his blue)
the scent of sunlight
tangerine and cedar –
loved his fingers in my hair
and wondered then
what it would feel like
with him gone
would surely make him famous
in my dreams

he told me once
he was a cowboy (somewhere else) –
wore a gun inside his vest
dared me turn away
confess my only crime –
of a time I might have stayed
moonlight shining –
discretion to the night
moved my eyes
along his spine –
into the place of clove
and clover (blossomed sweet) –
musk and music
madness of my own –

evermore to witness
safe beneath my skin –
leaves and branches (destiny)
as moments
passed between
became another life –
reinvented him
to me

who will save ~

01 Tuesday May 2012

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who’s to say
and who is honored
when something less
than love comes due –
when something less than love
is reason

for thoughts we speak
and breath we choose

who’s to say
and who will conquer
without the sword that judgment raised
who will die the death
of virgins
for every fault succumb to praise

I cannot say
I will not bargain –
I lean on this – with tender trust
that only one
shall ease my sorrow
when love (at last)
is come
for us

nothing matters ~

28 Saturday Apr 2012

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easy now
the first caress
of chamomile and flannel –
proof the sun was marked to fade
before the crops were in

cedar burned
and there we go
drifting down the valley
smoke against the timbers
loves we should have known
before the chill
before the rash
of centipedes foretelling
the strength to come
assaulting our regrets

hold me close
keep me warm –
tell me nothing matters
but the sound of two hearts meeting
in the dark

in the freeze
before tomorrow comes
wrap your love around me
breathe in me your summer
find in me
your sun

and I will go ~

27 Friday Apr 2012

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morning
and the earth is new
come with me
beyond the still –
the old path worn down
two apart
and side by side
lined with cedars
and swells of autumn lust
the glistening lake
take me there
fill me with sunshine
laugh and I’ll remember
this (and nothing less)
our words will fade
into the trees
kiss every tower
with brittle pines and
budding cones
skim the paddles
row by row
ripples wash
across scales of silver
to your waiting smile

mine is the memory
when you turn
an open hand,
to let me hold it,
and the silence knows
I will

moksha ~

26 Thursday Apr 2012

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so fine the pattern
weaved beneath the heavens
(what I know)
is sometimes tempered
by what I’ve chosen
(there to see…)
denying every proof
(was proof required…)
echoes might have been
the mountain falling
(though even now, I swear…
I hear a robin sing)…

what mantra I remember
was it just a name (I’d spoke before)
or only in the place
(my mind perceives)…
when kissed your hands…
and took your breath (in mine)…
was providence succumb
to nothing more than moments (clear)
forever gone
(before forever knew)…

I’ve said before
love remains in what we choose (to keep…)
would I choose to be a dreamer…
seeing poppies
bloom from stones
(or symphonies of light
within your smile)….

I’ve wondered (as I do)…
and wandered (more because)
between reality and somewhere
(else) created…

I used to know
the sound of maples
(before the turning red…
before a branch was broke…
(the forest burns)…
I blused beneath the secret
of the oldest sycamore
(cicadas stormed across a willing sky)…

of every sign
(lightning bugs have gone for good)…
how much the weight (a whisper)
for a sigh…….

I knew the reasons then…
(and still I love)
the warmth of autumn
(holding in December)…
what silence said
no words could guarantee…

I knew the way to you…
(and I was me)

divinity
a moment (manifesting)…
tears of joy
(could have been the rain)…