here ~

21 Sunday Apr 2013

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as one became
with longing –
and leaned into the light
was come before the dawn
to know me here
wrapped in quilts
of yestermore –
dreaming somewhere still
pressed against
the memory of a sigh

come to song
in silence sweet –
notes along the road
crest beneath
the sleeping blossoms there
sparkle as a moment once
reached beyond
the stars –
to gather our
reflection to the sun

here –
tho I can’t tell you why
or where the moon
is hiding –
a story yet untold
by tangled sheets
leave the realms of darkness
journey now to dream –
I’ll leave the window open
lest you stay

. . .

home to my wine ~

21 Sunday Apr 2013

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sweet to my swaying
come home to my wine –
a long way
forever
I can’t seem
to find
the note that you left
to the places
we lay –
would save us another
for falling away
surrendered
one sunday –
as secrets retold
to lie awake monday
with dreams taking hold
couldn’t be
what’s the matter –
can’t you see I don’t care
what of hurts
were just waiting –
a silence to share
as lifetimes made over
in moments of bliss
a note said you’re going
my touch
said you’d miss
a beginning just started
is waiting – who knows
what love
never mentioned
– is rain
to your soul

. . .

pewter and smoke ~

20 Saturday Apr 2013

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parse to the falling
– the taking
of dreams
‘cept for the one
I can’t understand
of winter come clean
in light
neath the pines
a shimmering moths
endeared by the snow

forgotten
the senusuous pull
of the flame
– and reason
the colors of pewter
and smoke
silken illusion
of places we loved
are folded by word
to the edges of night

parse to the falling
– the taking
of dreams

. . .

(one day) home ~

18 Thursday Apr 2013

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cooled to dust
the ways behind –
are written (new again)
of times before
we passed
along –
as secrets to the wind

tho never clear
(or spoke aloud) –
as words our trust forbade
crossed the heart
(that was my own) –
forevermore
to trade

for moments
(this) so precious few
eternities stood wait
as gardens wilted
(one more time)
the bloom
of heaven’s gate

let go for none
or sink to hide –
as tender places still
remembered now
the ways of love –
were destiny (fulfilled)

as ashes melt
an even tide –
or dodge the churning reef
where clings
to sands immortal –
our fainting disbelief

were souls
to find redemption –
a path
already known
life (beyond the one we live)
shall bear us
(one day) home

. . .

somewhere long ago ~

18 Thursday Apr 2013

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found before
some other rhyme –
words I knew by heart
tho years have passed
to somewhere
long ago –
held to you my heaven
another line to pen
stars would watch
and wonder –
what we know

save for me
I worry still
of paths you must have taken
drove into a night
beyond my grasp –
never once the taking back
how were you
to find me –
held apart by pieces
some old map –

a promise
to remember
when everything went bad
you’d know my name
a season unrehearsed
papers scattered everywhere
reminders once we were
found a place
within the lines –
a verse

whisper now
so none can hear –
let me feel your stutter
a longing let to loose
upon the wind
dry your tears
and I’ll dry mine –
with faith to cry another
worlds beyond
this falling –
somewhere we
begin

. . .

never set to flight ~

17 Wednesday Apr 2013

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silence wears a locket
of sterling
carved by light –
kept inside – a weave
of seventeen
when passed as life
to colors – raven on the night
clutched against the breast
where wishing held

patience keeps a window
open to the dark –
six long years of waiting
lest he come
as suffering – the nightingale
allegiance to her love
spread against
the fated firmament

memory of waking –
the other side of sleep
has left us not a road
for turning on
clouds of blue azalea
paths where there were none
– a step or more
from where the truth
was found

letting go
at last to wings –
never set to flight
cast against a vision
of the sun
lighter now
as breathing takes
a toll of consequence
shadows lean to grace
was sure to come

. . .

beyond the need ~

17 Wednesday Apr 2013

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rebel wind
of beauty bursting
dusty scars
defy the day
slipped beyond
the need for wisdom
quiet took not time
to pray

for better harvests
soaking rains
nights to faith we laid
naked as the ring
beneath the bark

celebrate
the empty fields
disgruntled grace of thunder
of briar
sans the memory of bite
of teardrops tapped
along the roof
rusted tin and rainbow –
visions saved
for grieving
another morning
storm

. . .

past the point ~

16 Tuesday Apr 2013

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of memory
forgotten me –
my touch is nearly gone
and voices
once were mine –
are softer still
than given to remember
a whisper no one heard
was gifted wing
one night
when in your arms

a name
I almost waited –
a lifetime more for this
past the point
where leaves were turning brown
salvation fears
a fleeting kiss
the taste of mountain streams –
held beneath the waters
of the night

forgiven now
of words unleashed –
hurt beyond the heal –
locks were changed
and poems
burned away
making room for wanting
flickers rush
the smoke –
verses cling and I have none
to keep

mystery defined
as luck –
nightbirds swim the deep
reliving every story
of desire –
swept as clouds
into the dark –
windows of the dawn
names are given
– one more chance
to leave

. . .

unpracticed ~

15 Monday Apr 2013

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sometimes
and then you notice
the first of april stir –
reminders of another
once we were
as close this one
as far
too wide –
the ways between
unpracticed
as another petal drifted
another seed
to sow

when whispers fell
(I love you)
I wondered
did you hear –
above the silent roar
of cricket’s cry
were needles busy stitching
pieces never left
– made for us
a blanket
of the snow

questions spin
the early night –
where reason
falls apart
memories are faded
into light
lilacs brush the shutters
breezes blow us back
love remains
within the sounds –
carried by the soul

. . .

breath before the breaking ~

14 Sunday Apr 2013

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of old regrets
the tired tell –
and spin their stories over
whittled now the cedar
to the bone
liars lean
into the night –
seeking home in shadows
dreamers dream
and crush their way
to dawn

of sorrows here
the past is torn –
a breath before the breaking
assurance of the places
we begin
as first the whisper falters –
an echo shall become
crossed as stars
the night –
to burn again

. . .