east of orion ~

15 Thursday Jan 2015

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becoming, cherokee, connection, faith, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, home, knowing what we know, love, old maps, passion, sacred intimacy, spirit, strength, truth, wandering

half past
the time
I thought you were leaving
I saw you
out there
on the night
spinning a fable
from yesterday wishes
held to a shadow
cursed by the light

wraps me in worry
for how
will I find you
watching from somewhere
beyond
east of orion
back o’er my shoulder
– just when
I thought
you had gone

. . .

then another ~

15 Thursday Jan 2015

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in the swell of a moment
eternity waits
denied the protection
of one last embrace
or lives to make more
of what steals us away
a kiss
then another
surrender

as were words
unafraid
the echo of sighs –
filling a silence
so tender
a cold morning after
where longing is saved
by warmth
through the branches

remember

. . .

at the heart of remember ~

14 Wednesday Jan 2015

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becoming, breath, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, grace, gravel roads, kentucky, knowledge, life, living, love, passion, poetry, spirit, strength, understanding, wandering, wisdom

there’s a name
at the heart
of every remember
a silence
worn clean
to the bone
the truth
is my story
the ways
of my passing
a path through the wood
where evergreen grows
an abundance
of living
for love to aspire
gathered in bunches
and left by the gate
tied with a ribbon
forgotten by summer
was the first day
all over
again

. . .

home by another ~

10 Saturday Jan 2015

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becoming, connection, faith, family, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, living, love, old maps, passion, seeing in the dark, spirit, strength, truth, understanding

of graces
unwritten –
sands will erase
the places we walked
together
alone
echoes permitted
in time
we return
as hallowed to canyons
shadows to stone

worlds
re-remembered
as ways once we came
home by another
is missing us now
a light
through the curtains
where somebody stays
becoming
in living
all love will allow

. . .

resolution ~

02 Friday Jan 2015

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becoming, bliss, connection, destiny, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, living, love, memory, old maps, passion, spirit, truth, wonder

returning
this journey
of soul unto days
crisply
the red autumn leaves
sleep neath a blanket
of sweet evergreen
dreaming a
snowy white bliss
stars
fell away
by the reaching to touch
a name e’er repeated
as grace before dark –
tears before
dawn
made of breath
only this

. . .

unto light ~

31 Wednesday Dec 2014

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becoming, bliss, connection, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, home, knowledge, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, poetry, relationship, sometimes, spirit, still, strength, truth, understanding, wandering, wisdom

for a moment
beginning
tho no one knows how
love becomes memory –
a faraway
flame

silence is tempted
to speak
of our loss
scars nearly faded
are remembered
by name

a tenderness
forged
by the ways we have come
returning our soul
as truth
unto light

sealed from the trading
gifts us again –
folded as prayer
as wings
into flight

. . .

smoke rings ~

11 Thursday Dec 2014

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on long nights
when the moon is cool
to wait
(I have before)
spent of breath
my last
to speak (your name)
smoke rings
bear the silence
of spirits gathered home
(time is lost
awaiting signs)
and coming back
the same

ten thousand lives
for one more death
(in places)
we remain
might comfort cling
as hours
for a moment
(held onto)
a change of course
becoming more
than e’er I was (this way)
pulled awake
by dreaming –
signs (before I knew)

. . .

relearning ~

09 Tuesday Dec 2014

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becoming, beginning, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, faith, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, old maps, passion, reason, relationship, spirit, truth, understanding, wandering, wonder

whispers
and lies
feel the same
in the dark
weeping for somebody’s baby
promises spared
the condition of truth
ache is made home
where heart
used to be

a quiet resolved
to sleep ‘neath the bed
with secrets
the same
as dared we repeat
a tortured relearning
the language of love
poetry warmed
by the tongue

snowflake
and feather
briar and lace
scripture
and where have you been
wrapped in a story
tell me anew
of a blush
bleeding soft
thru the pines

. . .

angel light ~

28 Friday Nov 2014

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bliss, cherokee, connection, destiny, dreams, grace, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, reason, relationship, spirit, truth, value, wandering, wonder

of places
this reminds me
of some other
you were there
do you remember
how the stars
were in my hair
when you lay
in moss beneath the night
was I your angel light
a kiss I keep
reminds me this
of you

. . .

trace ~

26 Wednesday Nov 2014

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry, Rambling

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becoming, connection, destiny, dreams, faith, family, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gratefulness, gravel roads, knowledge, life, living, love, memory, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, restless, spirit, truth, understanding, wandering, wisdom

daybreak wears
a yellow dress
longer than july
and wonders to the boys
with woolen hands
summers gone
and one more ring
was promise to endure
the golden age
the turning page
resigned

by one
was I another
slept beyond my prime
cursing at a dream
for letting go
held in place by whispers
dare I make the bed
and worry then
for where my pen
was laid

fingers trace
the only proof
someone locked the door
a name for places
I can scarce recall
a life before the living
let of me to leave
photographs
and what of then
remains to be
again

swept beyond
the reaches
of a faraway resolve
some other dream
remembers me
to home

. . .