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before ~

05 Saturday May 2012

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if e’er I be forgotten
yet found within your words
a broken wing
a favored verse ~
a breathing almost gone
when brought me back
to find you ~
brought me back
to fill this need
a love reserved for saving
will you save
choices when the light
grows dim ~
fight when others run
give to me
the beat that is your own
if ever dawns
eternity
with ways to recollect
when first we met
another life ~
returned before
this one

aster and jade ~

04 Friday May 2012

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was never ours
this garden –
this lush reserve of life
but given us with trust
that we could learn ~
would find a truth
unblemished
and guard the seed
most wise

would seek in Him
the answers
to us all –
and knowing still
the time would come
and asters would soon blossom
when honored us
with virgin soil –
a garden to resume

meant for more ~

03 Thursday May 2012

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the last we were
a stain of glass
patchwork prisms overhead
songbirds swimming through the wood –
boughs to cedar blankets spread
as burst to breath of early bloom
red and yellow
blue and bright –
I held you close
before the sun –
touch made softer by the light

how it was (I never knew
for certain) you were meant for more
than destiny
I’d found myself
in places come as love before
I was new (as you were old)
sixteen rings around the tree
lacey edges fit just so
to guard our paradise of dreams

might I
to fate –
as then (was now)
recall the magic of your name
when spoke aloud
into the night –
would bring me back
the way we came

the last we were
a stain of glass
patchwork prisms overhead

who will save ~

01 Tuesday May 2012

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who’s to say
and who is honored
when something less
than love comes due –
when something less than love
is reason

for thoughts we speak
and breath we choose

who’s to say
and who will conquer
without the sword that judgment raised
who will die the death
of virgins
for every fault succumb to praise

I cannot say
I will not bargain –
I lean on this – with tender trust
that only one
shall ease my sorrow
when love (at last)
is come
for us

inheritance ~

30 Monday Apr 2012

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for sure
I’ve been around a bit
not much I haven’t seen
I’ve watched as rivers
rolled to flood –
and crushed the land between
I’ve seen them pass
and heard them speak –
there’s sorrow here for sale
peaches sold by basket –
and berries by the pail

my favorite jeans
are twelve years old –
my softest scarf – eighteen
there’s perfume on my dresser
– older still than me
a passion
that my granny cursed
wrung her hands to old
a walking stick
my grandpa carved –
permission to let go

there’s a coffee cup
I value most
the color of the sea –
was cracked the day that I was born
and saved at once for me

of satin sheets I never use –
and cotton ones worn through
dried to sun
beneath the lines
no other place would do
for sharing lives
and speaking minds –
curs-ed fate of men
spoke of pies
and nursery rhyme
til twilight fell again

long nights
on a crooked porch
tunes I know by heart
fingers press the strings
that were his voice

just beyond
the front gate –
there’s music I can hear
something moves
forever knew
a welcome waited here
to greet the past – to hold the cup
was raised another day
I say the same
I love you –
each time I kneel
to pray

on ailing floors
a crystal glass –
and none of this is mine
inheritance of loving
moves silent
through the pines

white (imperfect) ~

30 Monday Apr 2012

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the rosebush
planted by the creek
has flourished on its own –
from where we were
I’ve wandered back
across the years alone –

to wait for you
(I knew you’d come)
how sweet
these ties (to bind)
~ a field
of budding clover
a place untouched by time

tho I won’t tell –
I will not trade
let the truth go down with me
til I am buried
white (imperfect)
beneath the evergreens

again to writhe –
in slumber’s lair
uncertain what life means
e’er silence
taint my eager lips
and roses steal
my dreams

past forgiving ~

27 Friday Apr 2012

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the fields
were past forgiving
forgotten how it felt to drink
would that they grow
in shade along
the (southern) fence
was not for me to say
not for me to choose
(I would)
who should come inside
reprieve for sorrows
suffering
(but for a little while)

there were no words
for thirst
much more than love
we couldn’t ask
I held your head
against my faithful heart
and cooled your ragged lips
with tears

(too old for crying)

but for a moment
there was no other place
a world that moved between
the time we shared
(we’ll share again)
(will I remember this)

I wonder
can you see me ~
do you smell the dogwood blooms
what comfort these my hands
will make for you
(do you know)
your shirt is torn
but still the blue becomes your eyes
and all I see are skies
beyond the harvest
(we should have flown)

listen now
(I won’t say much
of anything)
we’re expecting storms tonight
I’ll hold you near (til then)
will rock you as the
thunder booms
everything
will be alright

just close your eyes
and dream
(of rushing rivers)
I’ll wake you
when the tin roof
starts to cry

moksha ~

26 Thursday Apr 2012

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so fine the pattern
weaved beneath the heavens
(what I know)
is sometimes tempered
by what I’ve chosen
(there to see…)
denying every proof
(was proof required…)
echoes might have been
the mountain falling
(though even now, I swear…
I hear a robin sing)…

what mantra I remember
was it just a name (I’d spoke before)
or only in the place
(my mind perceives)…
when kissed your hands…
and took your breath (in mine)…
was providence succumb
to nothing more than moments (clear)
forever gone
(before forever knew)…

I’ve said before
love remains in what we choose (to keep…)
would I choose to be a dreamer…
seeing poppies
bloom from stones
(or symphonies of light
within your smile)….

I’ve wondered (as I do)…
and wandered (more because)
between reality and somewhere
(else) created…

I used to know
the sound of maples
(before the turning red…
before a branch was broke…
(the forest burns)…
I blused beneath the secret
of the oldest sycamore
(cicadas stormed across a willing sky)…

of every sign
(lightning bugs have gone for good)…
how much the weight (a whisper)
for a sigh…….

I knew the reasons then…
(and still I love)
the warmth of autumn
(holding in December)…
what silence said
no words could guarantee…

I knew the way to you…
(and I was me)

divinity
a moment (manifesting)…
tears of joy
(could have been the rain)…

The Weight of Waiting ~

26 Thursday Apr 2012

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I’ve seen that smile
I know the wearer —
tender hides the wars inside.
Time for changing —
not much longer.

Days to evermore —
we ride.

I see you standing
past the promise…
black the cherries —
still you bleed.
What of manna rained from heaven —

would for your love
my own be freed…

I know regret
a time remembered —
guilty works to douse the flame…
was the touch
that left you longing —

welcomed kiss
that wears your name.

Would truth be lost
to moments waiting —
Eternity —
shall pass unseen…
Where was love
is still — and present —

shall be no less
for days between.

A fleeting smile
I know the reasons —
were not for words
or destiny.
Silence bears the weight
of waiting —

for what of love
is still to be…

better still ~

25 Wednesday Apr 2012

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better that the dream
be gone ~
than held for me
one moment more
that breath should heave
one final sigh
(a whisper of surrender)
e’er I would taste
its sweetness
beyond the winter freeze ~
and share my love of graces
with poppies in the spring

better that the seeds
be tossed
to highways (not yet taken)
wed in painted canyons
gift to pastures
white with frost ~
places where the rain
was fallen softly
rolled into the ocean
and sailed
in search of me

better that my soul
remember
what of beauty lasted ~
and where each wonder
lingered (did I know)
with every kindness
(I’ve returned)
as kisses from the grave ~
voices cling to silence
(down below)

better that I wait
the sunset glowing in the night ~
promise made
was never mine to keep
(windows glowing bright)
across the sands,
another savior –
where I was lost (and found)
~ where is my love

better I believe
in everafters (surely come)
eternities to wait
(so tenderly)
where meadows bloom
from ashes – and sparrows
wing from words –
paradise is where I am
and better still
for me