again ~

07 Saturday May 2022

Tags

desire, destiny, love, sometime, stars, waiting

i have waited
for the season
you might reach for me
this way
when the snow has melted
and every fate
resigned
would that you remember
marigold and blush
of kisses sure
to bind your soul
with mine

i have waited
near the shadows –
pressed my heart
against the stars
casting out my prayers
to destiny
tempted to retreating
cotton wrapped around
touch
wherever touch
is sworn
to be

. . .

weeds grown up ~

19 Saturday Mar 2022

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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Tags

compassion, connection, desire, empath, home, life, love, nature, passion

when the wolf
is come
for answers
growling at my door
returned to find
his favored bowl is clean
i shall whisper
to his madness
make sense of every need
i shall sing
into the sorrow
of his want
when come for me

i remember well
the way it felt
returning back to home
to find the weeds
grown up
the cupboards bare
i remember tears
can taste them now
how sweet their recompense
for losses
far too many
to repair

. . .

took the place of memory ~

24 Friday Sep 2021

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality, verse

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Tags

allowance, desire, grace, life, love, memory, rewritten, seasons, time

were it mine
to offer
a future undefined
light
to ease the edges
of your night
had I wings
the ancient kind
to spread across the skies
might I hold you
captive then –
bound by this
desire

were it now
a life resumed –
come to steal my sleep
took the place
of memory –
burned within a dream
were we more
than once declared
a sigh beneath the timbers
arms still ache
with missing
my heart
was yours –
remember

. . .

velvet leaves ~

19 Friday Mar 2021

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality

≈ 18 Comments

Tags

back into loving arms, carry me home, circle of life, desire, divine truth, love, nature, seasons, spirit

I’ve been warned
there is a dreamer
rests beneath my collar bone
spends the night
curled beneath me –
a fiery furnace made of stone
sometimes words can resurrect us
from all we loved
all we know –
of the joys recalled in living
hand to heart
soul to soul

in the leaves
I hear the ocean
silent strumming on the shore
as I walk the beach at sunrise
I feel the trees like ne’er before
one remains
and one remembers
where is home
and what I keep
of the blessings that surround me
broken seashells
velvet leaves

. . .

promise come to be ~

28 Tuesday Apr 2020

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality

≈ 6 Comments

Tags

age, desire, destiny, forgiveness, life, love, sacred intimacy, time, truth, writing in the dark

of desire

another time
some other page
whereon the future falls
a fret to overwrite
the past undone
a silent seal
from all the rest
desire come to be
a life denied the living
carries me

. . .