city lights ~

02 Saturday Mar 2013

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was a whole lot better
then
they said –
the best of times behind
but the tank was full
and someone said
‘let’s go’

there are lines between
ten thousand more –
and days before the ocean
can crawl upon the windshield
with her lies

beg me to
surrender –
every secret I been sold
of empty eyes
and bedroom skies
I know them –
seen them fall

one winter’s eve
when frosted there
the dashboard cracked
beneath –
a sprig of holly
leaked into a song

can’t remember now
the words
you wrote me
down
lullaby for one –
I watched the stars

pass beyond the city lights
dinosaurs and
darling –
tell me there’s a heaven
where we go

. . .

never far ~

01 Friday Mar 2013

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of meadows
made longing
the ways (never far)
through the winds
o’er the seas –
to wherever
you are

one moment
a lifetime –
maybe three
(I don’t care)
were the journey
forever –
in finding
you there

in the song
of a cricket –
the nightbird’s reply
has given me faith –
in your sweet
lullaby

e’er the soul
be reminded –
of another I knew
a truth not forsaken
in my waiting
for you

. . .

measure ~

01 Friday Mar 2013

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were only these days –
the weight of our life
a moment
surrendered
to stone
dying denied
the sweetest caress
are names – nothing more
than a measure
of bone

as years
left behind –
find their way
to another
a breeze through the window
where perfume remains
of a place
we were gifted
by love to let go
shall lie in the fullness
of hearts (can we know)

how many
how precious
the blossoming seed
will thrive
in the shade
where talk is allowed –
as our story retold
with the slightest
regret

is essence recalled
by the soul
living yet

. . .

unfinished ~

28 Thursday Feb 2013

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let me not
an ending be –
or seams sewn taught
by time
let me not
the blossom –
without thorn

as dust pervades
a polished floor
with imprints of the past
bless’ed soul
– this calling out
to be

keep me not
afraid to fall –
til all have felt my ache
as voices roll
beside me
in the dark

grant me not
a place forgot –
but shining brighter still
for those who fell
another day –
my brokenness
to heal

let me not
forgiveness save
within my eager breast
or kisses
tainted lies –
I shall not give
this longing rest

let me not
when time is gone
be haunted by regret
would seal within
my grieving –
gratefulness

hymns where none
are playing –
light beyond this light
if e’er my love
be finished –
I am none

. . .

golden ~

28 Thursday Feb 2013

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what names
have you known me
what body to hold
was the last (time –
your first) to remember
a sweet disregarding
of longing console
endeared
by the search
as a turning of leaves
scarlet to golden
(November)

seeded (to thought)
a beginning unknown
as promises made
without (more)
blessing to bother
or fates to endure
would life become
(missing)
the rest
drawn as the stars
into falling (again)
whispering vapor to flame

what names
have you known me
what body to hold
was the last (time –
your first) to remember

. . .

cool before falling ~

27 Wednesday Feb 2013

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marigold taxi
I remember the fever
was blushed on the berries
– thorns to my skin
breathless the trek
to a place
in the forest –
where sworn you would come
to claim me again

for every transgression –
another
I love you –
was consequence
weighed in moments
so sweet
hands spoke in quiet
of distances over –
where words came
unraveled
in mid-summer heat

the timbers
were prying –
as angels stood
watching
the giving of graces
one afternoon long
calmed by the weaving
of light through the branches
– a cool before falling
as the world
slumbered on

. . .

all we have ~

26 Tuesday Feb 2013

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of moments
these are all we have
o how they’ve rushed away
people
places
graces
gone before
how sweet their echo
tumbles –
laughter on the lines
times I woke
to find your story
mine

. . .