but for these hands ~

19 Tuesday Jun 2012

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forgotten now
the plan to dream
within the web of waking
to chase away the demons
from my door

to touch with care
the shadow’s snare
as tied to me – they wander
forsaken every thought
of holding on

what skillful trade
of turning truth
in perfect imperfection
from one – another way
reveals my own

undaunted
by the sleepless flight
spinners knit the darkness
blind but for these hands
to know their way

seamstress
of divine intent
fitted me for longing –
has stretched
my lowly threads
to catch the dream

without within ~

18 Monday Jun 2012

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without within
the circle to begin
and what of love I gave
a tide becomes

as ever there was one
anew (I am)
returning as the sunrise
to your sands

love waits not a moment
a time or place to be –
might worlds concede to rules
(though there be none)

as one to be
(enough for me)
the only way I know
tis more than life –
breathing just this way

reason falls so easy
from the valley of my hands
the ways to cross –
mountains unto you

(and you)
were just as unprepared
as I to comprehend
love beyond the realms
of you and I –

circles now remembering
eternities to come
without within
there is no end –

the universe of one

the reach of rain ~

18 Monday Jun 2012

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if only this
I knew would be –
and tonight my last
to breathe
would dare I lie awake
and think of you

unfearful of tomorrow
of moments never come –
might love return
to find me gone (away)
as petals past the reach
of rain –
junebugs in July
snowflakes where the April sun
is laid

beyond this mortal season
a brighter morning waits
of all I know –
this only
shall I keep
love shall be my solace –
if e’er the twilight fade

forgotten now the nights
I gave to sleep

o daddy ~

17 Sunday Jun 2012

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how long I’ve been
in growing up –
the first of four
(so many)
never thought to this
the dreaming in your eyes

when I hold you near
(o, daddy)
you tremble more and more
and I want to cry
(for these, not I)
tomorrow will remember
hold me close
a moment more –
and beg me not (o, baby)
think to things
beyond my weak control

of days or years
I have not either –
or means to slow their passing
take my hands
let’s wander back this way –
to other places (stories told)
in makings of a memory
you washed my feet
with whispers of your love

I shall stay
the long night through –
and fight with words
each demon
would take of leave
this moment here –
tis mine and mine alone

one day
I know
the call will come
and tears will flow untended
but still within
the presence of a smile –
for treasure keeps a place with me
inheritance (already)

arms to wrap around
they feel the same
to me

mary ~

17 Sunday Jun 2012

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another night fades
as the first one to go ~
and tonight there’s a quiet
the lonely heart knows
as the place
once adorned by a voice
on the line
and silence made sweeter
by the passing of time

there’s a bed on the ridge
where grace slumbers now
as destinies grieve
what her years won’t allow
was forever
(a moment)
we passed on our way –
flowers left blooming
in the places we lay –

in prayers as a name
repeated again –
and tears have no shame
for to fall

memories gather
in the shadow of life
and we wonder how soon til
forgotten –
will no one be left
not a soul to recall –
who we loved
why we came –
what we made of it all

more than marks to the page
or dates to a stone –
is someone
to hold us
long after we’ve gone

Author’s Note: Written in honor of my aunt,
Mary Pheribol Hughes (1922 – 2012)

more than roses ~

15 Friday Jun 2012

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It’s enough
that I remember
the softness of hello –
A smile was all I needed
to be sure (of what I know)
that nothing is forever
but what we keep within.

As dear the kiss was given
it is left to be again.

It’s enough
that I’ve forgotten
other times we said goodbye –
a blanket of October
o’er a chilly autumn sky.

I don’t need an everafter
to know (what’s in your heart).
Were there words –
we must have found them –
given places left to start.

It’s enough
for each tomorrow,
what today (I know) is real.
I don’t need another promise –
all I need
is what I feel.

If that is all
(enough) to keep me –
keep me well it sure will do.
What I have
is more than roses –
more than life
is loving you.

last time ~

15 Friday Jun 2012

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The last time
I held you –
the train was just leaving.
A pink piece of twilight
was burned soft as coal.
A whistle of promise –
came sweet
down the canyon –
for a moment
forever
was a hand
we could hold.

The last time
I saw you –
was just around morning.
We rolled into Beaumont
and stopped for a bite…
I remember that look –
how distant
how dreamy –
reflecting on something
we’d lost
to the light.

The last time
I kissed you –
was two o’clock Sunday…
bent over choices –
some place
never been.
A dark stretch of highway
and no place for turning –
back to beginning
we wandered
again.

The last time
I called you –
I suffered my longing
how deeply the missing –
a place you once knew.
How tender –
these memories
of roads left to travel –
ere time give me
pardon –

a last time
with you.

before there was me ~

15 Friday Jun 2012

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there’s so much to say
and less worth repeating
a lifetime of waiting
for reason to come
I think I should write
but words
have no meaning
when compared with this moment
and others undone

there’s so much to know
and too much
to measure
years become nothing
surrendered to time
changes forgotten
names seldom mentioned
the truth but a fragment
of me left behind

long I have lived
and lost through so many
another – one day
fades the chill of before
death unto dreams
a haunting of heavens
turned from the veil
as whispers
once more

what good is goodbye
if never is lessened
by the pull of a promise –
and love still to be
seeds swelled to blossom
their perfume remembers
a garden I wandered
before there was me

a smile unkept ~

14 Thursday Jun 2012

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I was waiting you
to still my racing heart
as lightning
through the clouds
a face I knew
smiled and everything
was as was meant to be
a fool to doubt
of less to ever wonder ~
the coming back
would soon catch up with me

o please
I never needed ask
you knew my words
from memory ~
for years I hid
in places now forgotten
trading trust for recompense
paradise I know
a place to be
as I would need another
more than I ~
a sun beyond my own
was just a flame

reflection pooling in your eyes
where once I hybernated
hours into night
as you could see
beauty (gifted you)
a place in my confessions
lived within my dreams
of coming true ~

so grievous the notion
that skin ashamed in glowing
would retain the silken touch
of breath before
was halted by my passion ~
when truth appeared
(as signs we’d waited on)
freedom really free
as I decide

forever here
(as ever I) before
meant to be an answer –
awaiting this permission
(just to love)