crossed ~

23 Saturday Feb 2013

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set adrift
tho tides retrace
the ways and where we parted
each within the memory
of flame ~
gifted by
some ancient dream
and maps we kept aside
talking to the stars
tho not by name

. . .

of days ~

23 Saturday Feb 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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bliss, destiny, dreams, faith, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, poetry, postmark, spirit, spirituality, strength, understanding, wandering, wisdom, woman

of lessons
learned over –
revealing to me
the places where once
I lay down
of choices made sweet
by their bending
with mine
voices to echo
a moment
divine

of wonders
I can’t help but yearn
for anew –
another someday
we shall find
how dear the surrender
of days
barely gone –
shall pass
through eternity’s
eye

in silence
I hear you –
in living I love
no different for ages
the past unrehearsed –
the start
where beginning
some other
one day –
immortal
eternal our verse

of promise –
are words
unwritten to tell –
would honor the places
I’ve known
lessons in loving –
mysteries fall
as willing the heart
to return
to its own

. . .

our one ~

22 Friday Feb 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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of ways
I came
you taught me
found me here before
remembering
the honey
was your kiss

forgotten not
your secrets
whispered to the wind
– flowed beyond the window
of our one

your light
for moments given
as words were pushed away
reflecting me
into your eyes
of moon

gather me
I asked you then
still to wait an answer
how long to keep
the night
beyond the dawn

. . .

veils of understanding ~

22 Friday Feb 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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bliss, cherokee, conscious consciousness, death, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, life, love, memory, passion, postmark, restless, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, understanding, wisdom

still

might I recall
the last we lingered
or last night’s dream
of dancing bears
words recited –
seven seasons –
have passed my window
unaware

of ageless places
unseen patterns –
notes known not by violin
float in breathless
expectation
of times intent
to pass again

dark clouds wreath
a pink horizon
lightning scores
my feather bed
veils of understanding
never
held for long –
this restless death

pluck my bloom
before the harvest
pleads the willing stalk in two
before the rights
of early autumn –
worry what of promise
true

. . .

lines to cross ~

21 Thursday Feb 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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were passion
but a line to cross –
a turn of anguished page
(conforming not)
the heart to fear –
or sorrows to assuage

were comfort here
and only this –
why tarry
come to stay
(and bring the kite
we never flew –
dreams we put away)

were love resolved to limits
rules were written
(were they not) –
was there a way
I came for you
(and others
I’ve forgot)

were birth the death
I’ve come to tell –
think not it be
the one
for truth
defines the seeker –
(a journey never done)

let loose the chains
unlock the ache –
raise the broken window high
take this breath
(my only)
as my last

change of me
as shadows shift –
and colors alter form
lest names
be all the proof (we find)
of light
(we shared) before

. . .

into ~

21 Thursday Feb 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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bliss, cherokee, destiny, fearless, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, nature, passion, prayers, reason, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, understanding, wonder

sweet resurrection
of once sacred light
splinters
the length
of my breath
rolls off the roof
of yesterday’s barn
swept as my prayers
o’er the dew

purple and pale
yellowing truths
none yet
have known how to write
of shadowings chased
til their brilliance
grew still
and day
spoke of night
thru her tears

. . .

for the sake of desire ~

20 Wednesday Feb 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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bliss, breath, connection, destiny, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, knowing, life, love, now, old maps, passion, soul signature, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, wisdom

fill me
with moments
I have no regard
for the strength of a diamond –
an untested vow

of urgencies pushed
in the dead heat of night
where soft lies
the sigh
of surrender
tis I

speak not of seasons
where heartache was made
or fields sewn by ash
and dismay
spare me to sleep
for the sake of desire
the promise of rest
in your
arms

shush
there’s no need
to complain
of the time
tis nothing worth wasting
by name

this everafter
is all I can give
speak not of morning
til then

. . .