play me ~

20 Wednesday Jun 2012

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Come with me
down ancient paths
into the meadow’s
deepened dark –
petals worn and faded pink.

Come with me.

Play me as your music –
laughter spilled
from open hearts –
a moment undeserved
of blessings known.

Wishes sail
above the trees.
Silence wears a winter dress.
A sweeter kiss I could not know –
or take from passion’s lips.

With scarlet leaves
we paint the boughs
anew (this grand cathedral).
Colors melt the world
into our song.

The breeze bears
every dream –
into another sleeping sun.
Waiting there (as love)
I find direction.

Eternities between –
tho nothing more than waking.
Mine is the open hand
that bids you
come.

And the universe
cries – I will.

curs’ed design ~

20 Wednesday Jun 2012

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was a curs’ed design
to suffer unknowing –
would memories come
when thought
they were gone

a song
or a sigh
a word without meaning
but to worlds once created
by some other hand

when tears become rain
and the road
a reminder – of once
we were talking
of where we might go

when leaves cannot fall
without colors
creating –
a glass through which heaven
seemed dull
(that one day)

when shadows
though harmless
hold whispers of something –
late nights
and lifetimes
of stars rarely crossed

lines crease the page
of a map so familiar –
as verses run back cross
our days –

and your name
never quite sounds the same

a curs’ed design
as flame to a vapor –
as breath to the half
we recall

eternal remembrance ~

20 Wednesday Jun 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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were seasons past
eternal remembrance –
no sky filled with smoke could erase
the magic of moments
from far far away –
and the coming back home
to embrace

another noonday
of rain to my soul
ashes or leaves –
I’m not sure
but of those were the same
your hand wrapping mine
and a promise
where nothing was heard

but the slow steady drum
of forever receding –
matchless to fate (restless stars)
stings as the echo
of where you were falling
tears (don’t they see
I can’t go)

living comes still by the same
crooked fence
and a stand of pink dogwood
in spring

what did you say
I wonder so often –
even now I go back (in dreams)
to lie just this close
as I can to the parting –
might I linger too long
with a ghost

wanting (for something)
one more everafter –
pieces and places (you know) –
as the drum ceased its beating
and guns met with thunder –

the arms
that forgave me
let go

but for these hands ~

19 Tuesday Jun 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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forgotten now
the plan to dream
within the web of waking
to chase away the demons
from my door

to touch with care
the shadow’s snare
as tied to me – they wander
forsaken every thought
of holding on

what skillful trade
of turning truth
in perfect imperfection
from one – another way
reveals my own

undaunted
by the sleepless flight
spinners knit the darkness
blind but for these hands
to know their way

seamstress
of divine intent
fitted me for longing –
has stretched
my lowly threads
to catch the dream

without within ~

18 Monday Jun 2012

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without within
the circle to begin
and what of love I gave
a tide becomes

as ever there was one
anew (I am)
returning as the sunrise
to your sands

love waits not a moment
a time or place to be –
might worlds concede to rules
(though there be none)

as one to be
(enough for me)
the only way I know
tis more than life –
breathing just this way

reason falls so easy
from the valley of my hands
the ways to cross –
mountains unto you

(and you)
were just as unprepared
as I to comprehend
love beyond the realms
of you and I –

circles now remembering
eternities to come
without within
there is no end –

the universe of one

the reach of rain ~

18 Monday Jun 2012

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if only this
I knew would be –
and tonight my last
to breathe
would dare I lie awake
and think of you

unfearful of tomorrow
of moments never come –
might love return
to find me gone (away)
as petals past the reach
of rain –
junebugs in July
snowflakes where the April sun
is laid

beyond this mortal season
a brighter morning waits
of all I know –
this only
shall I keep
love shall be my solace –
if e’er the twilight fade

forgotten now the nights
I gave to sleep

where you are ~

16 Saturday Jun 2012

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where you are
I’ve been before –
and there I held you longer
than lifetimes since
would fade
into the day
dreamed of where we walked
and miles we spoke
with words unspoken –
of all I could have needed
was your hands
to change the way
I looked at me –
in seeing you the same
here am I
in words you know
they reach for me in sleeping
and will me back to places
we have known

last time ~

15 Friday Jun 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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The last time
I held you –
the train was just leaving.
A pink piece of twilight
was burned soft as coal.
A whistle of promise –
came sweet
down the canyon –
for a moment
forever
was a hand
we could hold.

The last time
I saw you –
was just around morning.
We rolled into Beaumont
and stopped for a bite…
I remember that look –
how distant
how dreamy –
reflecting on something
we’d lost
to the light.

The last time
I kissed you –
was two o’clock Sunday…
bent over choices –
some place
never been.
A dark stretch of highway
and no place for turning –
back to beginning
we wandered
again.

The last time
I called you –
I suffered my longing
how deeply the missing –
a place you once knew.
How tender –
these memories
of roads left to travel –
ere time give me
pardon –

a last time
with you.

before there was me ~

15 Friday Jun 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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there’s so much to say
and less worth repeating
a lifetime of waiting
for reason to come
I think I should write
but words
have no meaning
when compared with this moment
and others undone

there’s so much to know
and too much
to measure
years become nothing
surrendered to time
changes forgotten
names seldom mentioned
the truth but a fragment
of me left behind

long I have lived
and lost through so many
another – one day
fades the chill of before
death unto dreams
a haunting of heavens
turned from the veil
as whispers
once more

what good is goodbye
if never is lessened
by the pull of a promise –
and love still to be
seeds swelled to blossom
their perfume remembers
a garden I wandered
before there was me

a smile unkept ~

14 Thursday Jun 2012

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I was waiting you
to still my racing heart
as lightning
through the clouds
a face I knew
smiled and everything
was as was meant to be
a fool to doubt
of less to ever wonder ~
the coming back
would soon catch up with me

o please
I never needed ask
you knew my words
from memory ~
for years I hid
in places now forgotten
trading trust for recompense
paradise I know
a place to be
as I would need another
more than I ~
a sun beyond my own
was just a flame

reflection pooling in your eyes
where once I hybernated
hours into night
as you could see
beauty (gifted you)
a place in my confessions
lived within my dreams
of coming true ~

so grievous the notion
that skin ashamed in glowing
would retain the silken touch
of breath before
was halted by my passion ~
when truth appeared
(as signs we’d waited on)
freedom really free
as I decide

forever here
(as ever I) before
meant to be an answer –
awaiting this permission
(just to love)