tomorrow come ~

03 Tuesday Sep 2013

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beyond
the world’s indifference
stars are sworn to light –
as dragonflies
along my window sill
reminders of another once
you held me here this way –
quiet spread
– and all the rest
was still

sacred
as surrender
as one your wilderness –
were storms to pass
tho I be unafraid
of what might be tomorrow come
a mystery resolved –
a sorrow
cleaved apart
by plans we made

wait
another life
for me
within these halls confessed
lest parting be
the promise that you need
beyond the edge of circumstance
now we are again –
find me
in your seeking –
destiny

. . .

how sweet the coming back ~

01 Sunday Sep 2013

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of stones
four hundred more
than mine –
the path to you was traded
forsaken as the sin
that held me here

to know you
as I knew you well
how sweet the coming back
became of longing –
one more passing
near

became a story
told by hands –
silence has her way
of folding into
destinies the same

were places I’d forgotten
how the hell
you made me feel
years have gone
and taken me
to blame

where are you
what words are come
what taste is on your lips
as truth to lie awake
beyond your will

the leaving
makes a deeper cut
than e’er the welcome home
arms have waited lifetimes
to be filled

. . .

lacey lace ~

29 Thursday Aug 2013

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the haunting
lacey lace
of colors into stone
of cast-asides
the winter snows
will find
seclusion of ten thousand
marchers slept below
shall carry now
the last
of april dreams
tethered as to blossom
where essence shall remain
with hope of once
returning us
the sun

. . .

wings above the rising ~

22 Thursday Aug 2013

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as chatters
of communion –
rush beneath the wake
heaven sleeps in silk
beside the grey
wing’ed soldiers
guarded now – the rights
of letting go
speak as one
within the serenade

as wings
above the rising
blush the story told
how fleeting we –
to fade before the light
were longing
but another –
price we had to pay
dreams are all we’ve left
to stem the fight

beg not
this moment’s best
to win –
our presence
to remember
the way the tulips
crowd against the lawn
the way the mourning
sits atop
sheets of shining steel
to grieve the missing soul
his only one

. . .

curses ~

20 Tuesday Aug 2013

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curses
catch the sheets on fire
when chance
you swore to leave
broken
every plate I own
decided not to grieve

for the busted chair
the heavy heart –
weeds to crowd my soul
a bridge in need
of mending –
morning whispers
cold

as winter warned
the flame to die –
with promises of spring
ashes silt the corners
reminders –
every thing

of yesterdays
returned anew –
the choice made long ago
flowers bloom
in shades of smoke
– for reasons
I don’t know

. . .

Author’s Note: I’ve been carrying this
picture around for almost three
years…..waiting for words
to wake me.

days no longer mine ~

19 Monday Aug 2013

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within this gift
that is
my heart –
the memory of soul
– of nights so dark
and days no longer mine
of times before
we dare forget
a place untouched by man
I knew you
as I know you –
now
again

within these words
are others fit
with sorrow
for the ways
lines are curled about
as ancient death
fellowship was broken
by truth we held apart
eternity we lost
within
a breath

. . .

there was song ~

15 Thursday Aug 2013

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was the first
and no one knew us
by names we’d worn
before
battlegrounds
were crusted with our sins
there was smoke
before the leaving –
saw you dance
upon the dawn
tender fell my silent
tears again

there was song
I thought I knew it –
drifted o’er the pines
and faded into prayers
of thankfulness
echoes of remember
settle round me now –
as quiet wills
my lonely heart
to rest

. . .

image courtesy of
http://wingsgrownrestless.wordpress.com/

perfume ~

14 Wednesday Aug 2013

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strange the way
forever feels
as morning warns us home –
before the night
(is wrestled) from the bed
blooms are falling
(lazy)
reminders just the same
are fit inside a suitcase
(something someone said)

presence found
in golden pools –
perfume (once you loved)
is mine to keep –
these souvenirs (of time)
brush against my longing
when passed me
in the dark
were e’er there proof
(I knew) of one
divine

stories spilled
in silence –
as messages of light
reveal the ways
as years (we fall) between
whispers
(o I love you)
remain with me
tonight –
swept beyond my sleeping
(where you) dream

. . .

permissions ~

12 Monday Aug 2013

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between the cracks
where summer sweats
remembrance of the winter
as pink
our favored mittens –
(yesterday)
were granted us permission
to take of all we have
caught us up
in moments
– breath is stealed
away

were sorrows
not so many
tho bliss is kept apart
pressed into the creases
a destiny betrayed
honey bees are floating
out beyond the storm
love is come –
forgiven what we never could
repay

. . .

thru and thru ~

08 Thursday Aug 2013

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beyond the ways
already known –
fates are curved just so
ashes bloomed
to gardens red
I knew
you’d find me here
forgotten by
each measure of regret
as verses meant to cut us
thru and thru

beyond the pond
where stillness lay
in wait for any reason
as ripples from this passing
love is spread
beyond the warmth
of memory –
I can’t believe you came
a golden glow
as destinies are wed

. . .