somewhere I ~

25 Monday Mar 2013

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in the space of time
– an evermore –
of beauty so divine
as heaven wills –
a moment
I become

witness to
ten thousand lives
walking through
to more –
stooped to pick a flower
from the place
I loved
before

when life was choice
returned to breath –
far more than hands
could hold
tis there remains
the music
– of my one
eternal soul

colors
few would notice
names I dare not say –
fields no longer flourish
as my paths are
worn away

recall me
as the meadow
where daylight came to burn –
held within
the rhythm of the moon

somewhere stars
are waiting –
as a wish made long ago
– lanterns strung
across the darkest night

reserve my ways
for longing
in a place not yet began
a faraway
made sweeter –
by my stay

. . .

ephemeral ~

23 Saturday Mar 2013

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within these strains
of mortal breath –
my soul is rarely free
yet takes of all
the earth and sky –
one moment to conceive
where blossoms fell
another burst –
within this realm of sight
darkness dreams
a brighter morn –
beyond this chilly night

before and still
my cup refilled
to overflow with grace –
kept as not a moment
still for long
born to names
were never meant
to hide my wilderness
witness to a bloom
no longer known

another life
another me –
shall ever grieve this sun
was passed between
the moon –
beyond the barn
petals of november frost
claim my weary heart
circle now the memory
of one

. . .

returned ~

23 Saturday Mar 2013

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now and then
a moment glows
flush against the sun –
burning through the places
once you lived
blazing through your windows
ashes raining down
setting sheets to fire –
a fan to flames

now and then
another birth
and I’m restored to love
within a choice
would will the past undone
fragile as the curtains raised
sweet upon the day
scattering my sins
into the night

now and then
forgotten here
the taste of other names
tho sometimes
I’m assured
they linger still –
a voice beneath my silent tongue
singing me to flight
times before
returning –

every now
and then

. . .

worlds within the falling ~

22 Friday Mar 2013

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of the ways
I’ve come
submitting
to the wonder that is life
swept from ‘neath the bed
from ‘round the lights
of miracles
to grace revealed
the place I know again
of worlds within
the falling
(let me fall)

recalled anew
by morning –
the brokenness of proof
as spilled along the mantle
to the floor –
yellow birds are whispering
just beyond the break
forgiven now the night
for letting go

. . .

another rise ~

22 Friday Mar 2013

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reach into
my waking –
where pages have been stuck
a sleeve of petals
held between my rhyme
guarded as the golden gilt
notes of scribbled
fame –
proof you were
another time I knew

verses
of pretention
seasons folded now –
are stored on shelves
I hardly reach
for more
tho once I thought
to understand
the leaving as you do
longing left
to pages
I can’t lose

hearts were free
to gather these –
graces of permission
time was ne’er to blame
for where we lingered
here a bit
save to flight
the dream of dreams –
another rise to set
burned me into orange
– lay me back
in ruby red

. . .

falling ’round ~

21 Thursday Mar 2013

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bid me not
some sad farewell
of living gone awry –
or grieve me yet
when glories stretch the ground
build me not a golden box
but line my drawer
with cedar –
song beneath the branches
falling ’round

carry not my name
for long –
with bittersweet remorse
or dwell on lines
never to be wrote
as petals to your autumn red
remembering the same
swirling clouds of scarlet –
summer smoke

ashes
somewhere blowing –
a storm beyond the night
make my bed
beneath the willow tree
bargain not with seekers
for stars when nights grow cold
yearning still a flame
to burn for me –

. . .

of a dreamer ~

21 Thursday Mar 2013

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to sleep
drifting in oblivion
to forget
wrapped in a black velvet promise
where time is measureless
a stationary orbit
or an endless trajectory spun in light years
like the fluttering eyes
of the dreamer
obsessed
coaxing temporary images
that lure this soul in silent confession
to transcend this yearning
with tear stained pillows
to inspire desire
to recall those souvenirs offered so briefly
upon waking
swiftly
to remember the embers
before they tumble over chalk white cliffs
where the air swirls smoke filled bubbles
exploding with sunlight
to just opened eyes
spying reality
to wish for another patch of darkness
where revelations sit
and the galaxy of longing
sparkles as brightly
as a shooting star

. . .

folded ~

20 Wednesday Mar 2013

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fit to my story
your fondness for words
as tender the telling
another becomes
of where
we are now –
stilled in our knowing
the weight of the light
unburdened
by love

where on the map
show me the reasons
were crossed
as light made its way
to the black
grow me an orchard
seeded by passions –
already you know
(it shows in your smile)

where you go –
I am going
why you came –
I can’t say
but for means of the story
and chapters
retraced

by your breath
on my shoulder
where words are no use
winters made less
by ways –
I’m to wonder

of where
might the chapters
be written tonight
when flush to the willing
of one moment more –

your story is folded
(so sweet)
into mine

. . .

white orchids ~

19 Tuesday Mar 2013

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faded white
the promises
I swore to never lose –
though sometimes
I can’t move
within my skin
backward through the
coming back –
onward to the place
where standing now
is standing still
in time

april seems
a world away –
and yet another morning
is pushed against the feelings
I’ve almost
but not forgotten
and eyes
to scan the edges
of a world so few have known
orchids bloom
in shadows
where the darkness
goes to dream

. . .