why (again) ~

24 Tuesday Jul 2012

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of that which I am all
(you see)
meant somewhere to meet
across a crowded heaven –
wings above the lake
as come together (who are we)
might choose to look away
where once you were
I’ve noticed –
life goes on

no more than time
or consequence –
the proof of ones let go
ashes rain
and wrongs were washed away
dreaming as you left me
tell them all
I knew you when –
before the coldest winter
returned a spring
of snow

to bloom beyond
rememberance
did you know (I knew)
your name
and sometimes still at night
my laughter rings –
through the mountains
held between –
lifetimes passed into
of that which I am (all)
you see –
to know not why
again

same as mine ~

23 Monday Jul 2012

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beyond the grace
of evening come –
and feather beds
to rest beneath the bone
lessons become layers
of our coming back to find
was all that we had wanted
what was yours –
the same as mine

as cool the sweetest
morning breeze –
into the place we know –
and there but for a moment
silence speaks
of paths resolved the distance
a promise once we made
to come the night
remembering
our home

Author’s Note: For those I hold close ~ who (this week)
have from this tired winter have flown ~ eternal is the spring they love.
Jerry, Andrew, Troy, and Marc

worn apart ~

19 Thursday Jul 2012

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when the day is drifted
further than I thought I could
be caught –
and I swear I hear forever
come the door –
some wolf disguised as miracle
but I won’t let him in –
even though but for a while
I thought I might

step beyond the comfort
of the way I’ve learned to be
and languish for a lifetime
in your arms –
but knowing still
the howling was not your ache
at all –
though somewhere else
your longing answers me

to know of this
another time –
another place we’re known
as gods to lean against familiar skies
to sit within a feeling
telling stories of the end –
and who was there to catch us –
let me catch you now again

before the strike
when moonlight flashes
memory on the pines
I’ll listen for the sigh
would bring you here –
but for now
the coffee’s colder
and circles ring the wood
morning’s bound to wake
before I dream

habits worn apart –
are fit together somewhere
I wait the night
and strain to hear my name

Just Past the Creek ~

17 Tuesday Jul 2012

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beyond the creek
where once we played –
the roses ever bloom
in shades of love we carried
the sweetest of perfumes

as destinies
we came to see –
the lives we touch always
in truth beyond our stretch of years
and days beyond our days

shall keep in each a memory
of presence you know best
within these halls of slumber
another dream to rest

though offered here –
a whisper
of your spirit to the wind
another day
we’ll find our way –
to be with you
again

In memorium
Jerry Ray 07/16/2012

never lost ~

16 Monday Jul 2012

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have found my way
tho never lost –
to wandering I am
the line was never written
yet the dreamer read it well –

as nights rolled up
along the edge
of ancient constellations
I listened as you
reminisced on
unseen (other) lives –

of places
not so very far –
each name repeated softly
so still their echoes
settle in my ear
as somewhere we
become again –
wherever dreams revealing
of lights beyond
this passing into us

holding hands
beneath the breath
of venus everafter –
shimmers now
the same as she did then

remembers us
of passing through –
forests of submission
takes my breath
to know she knows
your heart

crushed ~

16 Monday Jul 2012

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it matters not
to those who wait
how long the truth
in coming –
would words bring recognition
of touch already known

visions past
are come again
as moments passed unnoticed
turned away
from yesterday –
seekers turned to stone
a sprig of purple blossom
was crushed beneath the linen
tied with satin ribbon
(the only one I own)

still takes of breath
and moves a tear (to falling)
just the same
though nothing keeps
a memory of names –
a place where we were going
another starting from to choose
did you see me
walking somewhere
near the shore

I don’t know how
or why the sand was wanting
for the waves –
a breeze to blow
I close my eyes (again)
would listening betray my trust
of other times (I wonder)
though worlds apart –
the tide still pulls me home

tiny (broken) seashells
pass my story to the sea
and roll away
before the others know
where I was
and where you were
when parted by the breakers
peculiar our surrender
to the moon

when painted black
midnight fell – reflection
on the waters
a letter once you wrote
has found its way to me

woodsmoke ~

15 Sunday Jul 2012

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from a place already started
I kept so few of these –
moments fell from lives
already done
whispers of the oldest breeze
cools familiar suns –
and rivers travel
backwards to the sea

somewhere else
my name is given –
tho I can’t recognize
the timber of affection
the permanence of grace
written by the one to know me
(now to know me still)
tho just as I
without the whole
of time

or memory
of why this way
and when another passed
as woodsmoke from the valley
kissed the morn

as light before I felt it
warmth against my cheek –
and nights I’ve walked for miles
in search of more
than what I sense in secret –
a music none can hear
a moving through
the wilderness of I

creation frees
ten thousand tides
spun of finest wings –
circled in a forest left behind –
poems writ on reams
of maple leaf –
breath retracing
rings of destiny

verses strung
from branch to branch
answers stitched between –
the hand I know
still holding
from the fall

becomes a dream ~

14 Saturday Jul 2012

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And here a place
remembered now –
an old familiar longing.
Somewhere I stood
forgotten not
(the way) the trees were bent.

Spinning worlds
of scarlet rapture –
passion pushed us skyward
to places I was known –
a name I wore.

To give of faith uncertain –
might hold me closer (still)
a moment more
than ever I recall.
The proof of life is giving
lovers will again –
bound to all
that matters now (is love).

Needs not a voice
professing –
or signs we failed to see.
A kinder place
(to live) becomes our dream.
Surrendered every burden
(come as whispers to the bed)
yet stalks the darkest night
in search of me.

Across and through
these broken panes –
sunlight weaves to shadow.
As planets fall – ungirded
and I am swept away
unto a path – I knew the same
(can’t be the only one).
Was walking toward the light
awaiting me.

Might breath concede –
as I have kept
to truths (I dare not utter)
or take of this
a vow – to save my soul.
Before the dawn comes surely –
what more shall I conceive
to hold anew –
the places I have loved.

Might I endure
another death – with choice
to reach the crossing –
else dying leave
reminders to my skin.
As I have known
(will know me then)
love that calls me (sweetly).

Eternity returning me –
to find my home again.

destined (remember) ~

14 Saturday Jul 2012

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Awaiting
the seasons –
we were destined (remember)
to find in this madness
each other (again) –
something you said
as the light was first fading.

I turned –
you were already gone
and there – in the face
I was given to love –
a trace of another (I know).
A map of the heavens –
foretold of this crossing
a need for returning
this place (to my soul).

Would leave
without want
for some other (beginning) –
a day like today
(take me home).
To bargain with love
(one more so familiar).
This nothing is something
I’ve known.

I stood in the sun
we vowed to remember
as lifetimes (no more)
fell away.
Moments enduring –
their reach – everlasting
reminders of gardens
(another bouquet).

Closing my eyes
as essence (returning)
defies the illusion of time –
(where was I now)
before you were going –
renewed by a moment
(beginning)
divine.

twelve steps ~

13 Friday Jul 2012

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It seems a month
has passed since Sunday
~ last I checked the trees were bare.
The orchard grieves the scent
of apples ~
and grace is showing
everywhere.

The fence is down
~ though not to notice
how I missed the letting go.
With heart so focused on forever ~
never took of time
to know.

Nor planned to be
this far from leaving
~ this near to hearts already closed.
Twelve from gone
and two from dying ~
in the same sweet bed
where I was born.

Eighteen dreams
and sixteen babies
~ lost my faith in men this time.
Begged an end tho nothing mattered
more than this ~
my truth to find.

From here to go
as where life leads me
~ takes me back
the way I came
to unremember every mercy ~
kisses taste for years
the same.

As gravel roads
in twilight glisten
~ empty rooms
(to candle flare).
Paced the porch
from birth to breaking ~
awaiting dawn
to find you
there.