09 Wednesday Nov 2016
burdens sweat
an autumn night
beyond the shift
were time
erased
forgotten now
the way it felt
to soar
the sticky wet
of birthing
was willing us
to die
somewhere lost –
far above the day
we floated
on a whisper
wrapped in ancient feathers
remembering
a time we dared
to fly
. . .
08 Thursday Sep 2016
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tags
breath, divine this, eternity, grace, lifetimes, love, sacred intimacy, said aloud, time, truth
for a time
before
was forever here
as close as breath
to the wind
as near to nothing
everything true –
eternal soul
awakened again
from the way
I came
down some other path
to walk a day
in your sun
to gather strength
as shadows fell
silent ribbons
undone
from the first
I knew
as am knowing now
of a moment
living apart
from the place
where love
remains with me
written somewhere
on my heart
. . .
10 Wednesday Aug 2016
Tags
divine this, home, life, love, returning, sacred, seeing in the dark, soul
miles
from the place
where beginning
I flew
held to forever
by the promise of home
of light
burning brighter
within
than without
dark
not the same
as we named it
before
. . .
09 Tuesday Aug 2016
Posted in a time for telling, home, Poetry
Tags
choice, comfort, divine this, home, life, lingering, love, memory, sacred intimacy, solace, star crossed, truth
take of breath
my last surrender –
cleave these tired hands
tell me now of promise
never meant
to understand
when nothing else
is mattered –
will you watch
or dare you stay
skin to skin
beat to beating –
one more leaving
held at bay
roads were lost
but I won’t let them
take of these
the best I am –
burn the house
and clear the pasture
life will live
love will last
beyond these dreams
of temporary
things I have not voice
to tell
nights beyond
the reach of morning
heaven split
the realms of hell
take me home
tempt not slumber –
another time for us allowed
worry not for days
forsaken –
memories to grieve
now
. . .
08 Tuesday Mar 2016
Posted in Poetry
Tags
beginnings, creation, divine this, hush, inspiration, life, love, nature, truth
have I naught
one memory
of hands –
my hands before
maps were drawn
lines impressed –
a softer
winter canvas lay
where
was I
the captain
of some other ancient star
oceans slid
beneath
my one desire
message buried
deeper still
than e’er my love
command
cast about –
written down
another world created –
where flowers burst
from whispers –
touch
beyond
these hands
. . .
04 Friday Mar 2016
silver snare
of aged boughs
dust beneath the day
an almost mute
reminder
of another
I can’t say
where and why
it made me blush
for reasons –
none so sweet
as moments
begged my
swollen heart
retreat
to the safety
of forgetting
how it felt
do you recall –
were there stars
and did we grieve
their silent
fall
from grace
were wishes whispered
without fear
for something less
would change
this fragile life
into one
of thankfulness
this prayer
to joys counted
some but once
tho some by name
a light
beyond the searching
where for love
the light became
a golden heat
beneath the snow
where tender
sleeps
the crimson dawn
. . .
10 Thursday Sep 2015
Posted in Poetry
Tags
acceptance, angels, assurance, beauty, blessings, bliss, dancing, divine this, fragile and one, grace, leaves, light, love, moments, seasons, swirling, tenderness, time, touch
autumn is flush
with mention of you
leaves to a crowded dance floor
symphonies raised
by fingers and string
remember me back
to another
one day
when your eyes
caught me falling the same
I could swear
poetry pooled
in the pause
between breaths
meter to counting
maple with ash
words spinning crimson
from pieces
of grey
kaleidoscope
witnesses
lifted to flight
as eternity come
in a moment
one day
. . .
05 Wednesday Aug 2015
Posted in Poetry
Tags
acceptance, becoming, bliss, breath, divine this, eternal, fragile, journey, joy, love, moments, nature, returning us to home, sacred intimacy, seasons, time, together, travel, unremembered
for heaven
might I hesitate
the giving of my all
or barter here
for one more yesterday
when willing met
with needful dreams
one night beneath
the boughs
sealed within the silence
of truths we couldn’t say
as proof allowed
in making less
soul to bind my weary soul
words
the stars mistook
for let me in
whispers to the
forest floor
swirling luna flight
breath
where once
your ache
became my skin
. . .
21 Tuesday Jul 2015
Posted in Poetry
Tags
acceptance, age, blessings, conscious consciousness, divine this, forgiveness, gravel roads, home, knowing, life, love, truth, will
of moments
I’ve known
a path through
the tears
a faint recollection
of days unto years
poetry carved
as rings to
the wood
of seasons and reasons
tethered to place
come as a lover
of longing embrace
as nights without
slumber
whispers
to lace
silence the same
as forgetting
some other
another
of dreaming I knew
the weight of remember
was passing me
through
noonday and were you
to hold me
like this
as a moment of always
burned to a kiss
lest living
come easy
as light on the morn
as wake to the keeping
was love
to discern
. . .
01 Wednesday Jul 2015
Posted in Poetry
Tags
acceptance, comfort, destiny, divine this, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, healing, home, intimacy, living, love, sometimes, soul, truth
I’ll stay
here beside
if you start the fire
from pieces remembered
the same
another so cold
you thought I was leaving
back through the days
undecided
I came
led by a dream
fearful of nothing
but the loss
of your warmth
in the night
the feel of your whisper
echoed in silence
returned from the edges
I waited your light
to save me
from something
darker than death
deeper than sorrows
I’ve known
the way your smile shines
when you wrap me
around
a moment of tender
willing me home
where love is made
welcome
by a hand holding mine
promise
waiting to be
forever surrendered
just before dawn –
a kiss
then another
remembering
me
. . .
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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