shadows to my soul ~

31 Friday Jan 2014

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long the years
to stretch between
ashes to the snow
a memory of shadows
to my soul

once and now
a season passed –
to hold my longing
dear
whate’er I speak
in silence –
the universe
will hear

. . .

back to me ~

30 Thursday Jan 2014

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dare I now
to close my eyes –
illusions of the same
somewhere
there
a whisper
of my name

falls around
as mystery
I never could concede
to know the ways
to home –
and back to me

hands to reach
a kiss just so
who am I to tell –
the taking from the leaving
when both
have fit me
well

a sky this blue
another gave
one day –
from all the rest
to know of truth
I carried –
a blessing
unconfessed

eases now
as once I knew
the touch
of letting go –
hands were reaching
softly –
eyes were open
closed

. . .

beyond the reach of why ~

29 Wednesday Jan 2014

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worry not
o’er promises
to vanish in the light
let kisses fall
as proof
that you were here
as gentle stirs
the morning
beyond the reach
of why –
might reason
be as slow
to disappear

let not your tongue
these secrets bear
as refuge
for the flight
where silence tells
our story
now again
let –
and I (a souvenir)
held within your heart
as whispers
guard the places
I have been

. . .

with thorns ~

23 Thursday Jan 2014

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of knowing
what is keeping
the heart
tied up
with thorns
– a place
beyond the realm
of sanity

moves this sun
to rising –
grieves the almost
moon
– another
one more time
I thought to go

pardon this
intrusion –
worry not your will
to names and dates –
maladies of stone
held apart
by living –
eternity as one
how it is I know –
where you have
gone

beyond the feel
of shadows –
crowded round
my steps
beyond the fence
– tis all
that I have left

of signs
unwelcome graces –
my once or twice
with you –
lines were crossed
– was nothing
I could do

but pull
a chair
and sit a spell
with verses
growing cold
– was here before
the words
were catching
hold

. . .

another night ~

22 Wednesday Jan 2014

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awaken
o familiar
lamp within
the dark
beloved as a wish
I made
upon
some ancient light
another night
wherein my dreams
are found
remembers me
unto the great
unknown

the story goes ~

15 Wednesday Jan 2014

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fragile falls
the eager first
to raise our hopes again
to fill the empty lines
ahead with verse
– a rhyme
tho none would notice
the way
I spoke your name
while tender
curved a hand
against my heart

souvenirs
are taken in
folded to the crease
memorized
as season –
year by year
til only one remembers
well enough
the story goes
of ways
the words were whispered
– now again

in the silent song
of morning light
truths are laid together
– a softer line
than e’er a rhyme
could touch

. . .

first to leave ~

14 Tuesday Jan 2014

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saturday
the screendoor slammed
how easy
unforgetting
a time before of passing
– a moonlight
on the floor

a box of tin
for every then –
were all the pages turning
black and white
is fading now
– begin

the last to know
was first to leave
amid these pleads
of darling
linament
and linen –
winter snow

hide me here
within your arms
folded
close with story
of how and when
you held me
then –
another
once we knew

the getting on
would get us
back –
one way or another
the windows
left us open –
with one more night
to spare

. . .

not over yet ~

13 Monday Jan 2014

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for a while
on yesterday –
a faded patch of truth
and paths set off the road
by getting on

remember me
I’ve asked too much
say my name
sometime
lie awake to wonder
where I’ve gone

beyond the reach
of one more time
beyond a trust
betrayed
there I sit
in denim –
cursing lace

let me know
if e’er there is
a time when you forget
the ways to home
– am I
not over yet

east
and somewhere
ribbons wrap
love around the moon
light is hidden
elsewhere
we began –

with only these
reminders
of the ways
and why we came –
a night tho not so long
to dream
again

. . .

folded ~

08 Wednesday Jan 2014

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what effort
this forever took
of moments yesterday
with dreams to keep
and others
put away

floated down
with autumn leaves –
asleep beneath the snow
with souvenirs
of everything
we know

maps across
and taken down
pages folded now –
names and dates
reminding us
somehow

seasons
of surrender –
but a sign
of journeys past
the ways to home
– a long way back
at last

. . .

worn away ~

05 Sunday Jan 2014

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others tell
with names the same
of living
worn away –
lines retraced
– and all i’ve missed
of you

visions
almost faded
are dreams
we shared somehow –
with only these
– memories
too few

save a seat
where I might sit
in shadows of the throne
to reminisce
on moments –
held in place

keeping this
a secret mine –
of story once you told
a lifetime passed
– a night
within your grace

e’en now
my soul remembers
the beauty
of your voice
tho years have passed
between –
and now an end

to times
i thought
of coming back –
to find within
your arms –
all i was
of how you loved me
then

Author’s Note: I learned today of the passing of a dear
and old friend. Years have worn between, tho nothing lost.
Truth remembers everything – the same as new somehow.

Dates are
carved, but loving yet lives on.

Rest sweetly, dear Victor.

. . .