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through your eyes ~

27 Thursday Jan 2022

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when passions
are rendered
and the last starling sailed –
when all I recall
of the summer
we loved –
is the flush of your skin
melded with mine
a view of the sky
through your eyes

as gifted this poet
moments so clear –
words without hope
to describe
the way your smile lingered
as coffee was poured
night making sense
of the day

when time
is negated
for sake of my heart
the curve of the moon
as he sleeps
when all i have left
of your voice
in the dark –
is passed as a wing
through the trees

. . .

sacred land ~

22 Tuesday Jun 2021

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of moments
you remain –
alone within my country
as one within the pounding
a legion formed
of heart
given one good reason
for words
no one could answer
a language
only I
could understand
of moments
you a prisoner
to the memory of missing
a sacred land
once charted
by your hands
of moments
would another do –
or ever be the same
a reason for belonging
once you loved
once you knew –
a story undivided
a place beyond the fight
language passed
without the fault
of sound

. . .

speak to me of rivers ~

14 Monday Jun 2021

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I am everything
and nothing –
a piece of aging cloth
a failing light
when every light is down
a whisper
once a lullaby
remember
how you sang –
of whiskey
when the glass was cold
stories when they came
to close my eyes
and listen
tell me how it was again
speak to me of rivers
of your breath
upon my skin

. . .

worlds denied a map ~

16 Sunday May 2021

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there are mornings
unimagined
worlds denied a map –
lands these hands
have wandered far to know
paths and constellations
arms to wrap around –
traces of a place
remains of home

a story worth repeating
as memory of grace
to see the moon
reflected in your eyes
clover made to blanket
blooms beyond the barn
I want to feel heaven
as I rise

. . .

memory of bliss ~

03 Monday May 2021

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when my days are swept
golden –
into all I have left
when moments
are counted for more

I shall look at these hands
and remember the ways
they warmed to your longing
as never before

when my ears have misplaced
the sound of your voice –
a melody penned
long ago

as my eyes
fill with tears –
once reflected by yours
ocean deep pools
of your soul

tho my arms be denied
the reaching around –
I will rest in the memory
of bliss

when my tongue has forgotten
the taste of your name
my lips will remember
your kiss

. . .

permission to begin ~

12 Tuesday May 2020

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bringsmeback

there’s a place
beyond the dreaming –
a distance
not so far
beyond the pond –
beyond the oldest star

a place
become of verses
scripted unto skin –
whispers with
permission
to begin

as gifted
names to carry –
an almost sacred breath
forever
binds this fragile heart
to death

tis truth
tho somewhat fleeting –
as the measure
of a sigh
– promise
without cause
to wonder why

. . .

Photo: Beechgrove TN, 2019

squandered time ~

02 Monday Mar 2020

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windowhome

beyond the fear
of knowing
a knowledge greater still
than all the books
remembered
in their prime

beyond the grace
of letting be –
the first sweet breath
of life –
a memory returned
of squandered time

sorrow bears
the taking back –
yet grieves for days
between
when all we loved
remains as tears
divine

. . .

the way behind ~

12 Thursday Dec 2019

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sweeterme

I will speak
while still with voice
the heart recalls a psalm
and strings
somewhere playing
I was there
another home
a distance more than this
than the way behind
remembered
stories dwell
within my blood
beckon from the page
truths that I’ve forgotten
how to tell

. . .