yet ~

31 Friday Jan 2014

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how long the sweet
departing –
how dear the ways
recalled
tho time has passed
– somewhere
a moment still
remains of us
eternal
a voice upon
the wind
a passage unforgotten
by our will

. . .

all of time I know ~

28 Tuesday Jan 2014

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shall I wait
or shall I slumber –
taking all
of time
I know
into worlds
beyond I wander –
into life
beyond I go

kept apart
and sewn together
by a moment
so divine
stitched of want –
as darkness gathered
to warm a heart
the same
as mine

who am I
what name is given
was a girl
a woman now –
was a place
beyond my knowing
come again
for me
somehow

pages bent
the years by passing
ribbon sky
to mark the way –
paths are worn together
waiting
– love we kept
to give away

. . .

with thorns ~

23 Thursday Jan 2014

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of knowing
what is keeping
the heart
tied up
with thorns
– a place
beyond the realm
of sanity

moves this sun
to rising –
grieves the almost
moon
– another
one more time
I thought to go

pardon this
intrusion –
worry not your will
to names and dates –
maladies of stone
held apart
by living –
eternity as one
how it is I know –
where you have
gone

beyond the feel
of shadows –
crowded round
my steps
beyond the fence
– tis all
that I have left

of signs
unwelcome graces –
my once or twice
with you –
lines were crossed
– was nothing
I could do

but pull
a chair
and sit a spell
with verses
growing cold
– was here before
the words
were catching
hold

. . .

another night ~

22 Wednesday Jan 2014

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awaken
o familiar
lamp within
the dark
beloved as a wish
I made
upon
some ancient light
another night
wherein my dreams
are found
remembers me
unto the great
unknown

resolved ~

31 Tuesday Dec 2013

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tiny pearls
were wishes made
one night before the summer
was rained upon
the meadow –
let me in
whispering a story
lived I not for long
chances took
and I am here
again

silent
spools the ruby red
feathers to the limb
while just a bit
aways
the blue
becomes
resolved to something
bigger
floating to the ground
swept beneath
the sleeping winter
dawn

. . .

taste of silk ~

22 Sunday Dec 2013

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crossed I once
an empty field
before the evening
blue
– worried not
for where the path
might lead

would restless
bring me home to find another
captive as a wing
within my wish

trace me not
from memory
of this (to come again) –
from where I was
returned
when prayers were said

before the night
was pulled to shade
a whisper ceased
to matter –
yellow held her hands
above the flame

where black
the spinner
cursed the taste
of silk

shadows shift
beneath the grey
wherein the light
was less
than I could pass
remembering
to see

. . .

back again ~

17 Tuesday Dec 2013

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cherokee, connection, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, karma, life, passion, reason, relationship, resurrection, spirit, understanding, wandering, wisdom

would for the worst
the rest betray –
the coming back
to wander
would trade for none
the imprint won
by promise torn assunder

reborn again
a lifetime more –
and cast them out
as vile
removed the burden
judgement made
for every firm denial

a dime or so
would three or four
be wealth to one of these
or kindness fit
as words so soft –
each sorrow to release

into this lowly circle
was drawn for us
in time –
forgotten not the reasons
– every coming back
to find

the one to wait
with arms held wide –
eyes are blazing bright
remembered for
another day
beyond this chance
delight

were not for them
or for the clouds
who passed
the way with you –
were angels watching ever
come to know the world
you knew

. . .

borrowed threads ~

27 Wednesday Nov 2013

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bowed against
a vow unspoken
hands are holding
(now I know)
where the path
was meant
to wander
sweet and golden
sure to home

somewhere
yet
they seek
permission –
tho granted
not for one (as I)
lives are weaved
of blissful
sorrow
borrowed
threads –
each sweet goodbye

who shall
want
for this reflection
breath to wait
the fading light
souls we saved
ten thousand (mattered)
are rushed
by faith
into the night

. . .

songs of home ~

24 Sunday Nov 2013

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how quietly
the noreast winds
wrestle with the pines
whispering
of southern shores
and sea
secrets passed
from one
the other
how was where
and why
the truth is held
in silent reverie

against the boughs
beneath the strain
of seasons
gone before
tho not a one
can tell the story
all
from pieces
held together
by the memory
of wind –
hymns we brushed
against the bark
will echo
past
the fall

. . .