turned blue ~

04 Monday Jan 2021

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality, verse

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another life, ashes, death, dust, home, life, love, memory, soul, spirit, time

when the dust
is all but settled –
and ashes have turned blue
where’re the rivers rise
I’ll come for you
before the stars are taken
before the dawn is crest
when mountains turn their faces
on the sea
one word
my heart will carry
one flame into the dark
where souls await
a coming back for more
I shall tarry
with that sweetness
with not a want for breath
e’er another life
erase your
memory

. . .

evermore to spend ~

04 Wednesday Nov 2020

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality, Storytelling, verse

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beginnings, birth, death, destiny, life, love, memory, seasons, spirit home, story, time, truth

longing
paints a picture
with colors still I bleed
crimson red raspberry
melon sweet
harbingers
of stories rent
lessons yet to learn
lives are reconstructed
over tea

promise
I was sworn to keep
with words
forgotten now
whispers of a truth
I put away
are breathed anew each morning
and folded into rhyme –
evermore to spend
another day

moments
gather silent
in dust beneath my bed
circles to the table
souvenirs
of seasons
unremembered
before I knew your name –
lives I traded
just to find you here

. . .

more than this ~

28 Wednesday Oct 2020

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality

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birth, choice, death, heart, intent, love, soul, spirit memory, time

for more than this
my kiss would wait
my soul would plead
some other –
beginnning
just beyond
the darkest veil

with open arms
of take me home –
a whisper
of deliver
returned again –
to a heart
that loved you
well

. . .

worth the trade ~

12 Monday Oct 2020

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality, verse

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birth, death, destiny, dying, fate, life, love, remeber me home, resurrection, time, truth

whatever this –
a blessing come
to steal the pride of death
as stars aligned
ten thousand years ago
tis worth the trade of dying
to find you here anew
as proof of love –
the only thing
I know

. . .

if ever ~

09 Friday Oct 2020

Posted by tornadoday in home, Poetry, spirituality

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death, heaven, life, light, love, nature, night, promise, reminders of home, spirit, still, truth, voice, words

if ever
for my words you ache
just listen for the night –
the steady drum
of stars succumb
to heaven chasing light
the cry of crickets
fiddles ring
as shadows round are cast
cedar boughs
forgiven now –
are kneeling on the grass
the stir of
night birds waking
to find another song
things I might have told you
– they will hold you
when I’m gone