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street lights ~

12 Tuesday Jun 2012

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beyond the still
of eight o’clock –
candles breech the distance
and gather round
the aging fence –
like wayward butterflies
lost to winds
their mirrored soul –
now they light the darkness
to guard the path
along the wood
lest I be coming back
and see them there
a multitude of promises I’ve known –
whispers like the silk
that is their sound
nightlights where the evening sits
yellow flashing signs
of where they go
I cannot say for sure
but in the peace that touches me
when I have passed beyond
I breathe into the rush
that knows my soul

I will ~ (haiku)

11 Monday Jun 2012

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if your tears would flow
to fill the empty oceans
I will dry them all

if your heart should ache
beyond words to remember
I will write for you

if your love were lost
within another’s promise
I would come for you

if the world stopped today
I would keep this memory safe

if my heart should cease believing
my soul will burn a candle

memories of grace ~

11 Monday Jun 2012

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whatever proof
you seek to find –
my arms are empty now
of all I have –
would give again
of love – as fate allowed

of mornings bright
without the need
to wait on love’s refrain
how tender this – the passing on
while yet as one remain

for every time
I let you down –
let not another be
remembered as the best I kept
in shrouds of mystery

no burden
for the fearful one
no call to fill my place
broken never kept regret –
for memories of grace

whatever else is given
than to be at peace
once more
would I be less to understand
these lessons waited for

no long way back
or short way home –
not one could take from me
the truth I hold
beneath my skin –
as only you can see

yet the same ~

11 Monday Jun 2012

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I wonder sometimes
what’s the last you recall
was I not (yet the same)
as you knew
when remembered my name
as a sigh of hello
and a wind barely gone
like the breath
of a storm

for all that I write
some words will not shake
though I’ve waited
with pen to my soul
and scattered my pages
as morning to noon –
never written
(even now
are unknown)

there’s a place
in my dreams
somewhere I once lived
with nothing –
no remnant of proof
just a house (with me standing)
someplace I can’t say
four rooms
from the front
I’ve been counting so long –
ten steps from the porch
to become

where and I wander
more and more
as I must –
tis a life
where I’m dreaming
awake

you and I passing
on paths to the sun
as once there were moons
on the rise
thirteen seasons –
(returning us home)
days come to days
come to light

for all that I was
I am not
yet the same

teach me ~

10 Sunday Jun 2012

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teach me to love you
as once I did love –
speak into being
the will of the winds
save me
from waking –
as I have been dreamed
in clouds o’er the canyon
in seas neath the sea

help me
believe me
give me the answers
were mine for the asking
but whispered away
touch as was tempting
eternities promise
a lifetime no more
than a moment replayed

of powers revealing
all we were then
e’er we are still
with reason to find
of truths – only this
keeps a place on my pillow
and warms now the shelf
known as time

teach me the ways
you have journeyed to find me
show me the place
where you lay
draw me a chart of faraway fathers
stars as we passed
yesterday

tell me of others
moments we gathered
glistening sand –
would forever we trade
teach me to love you
as once I was love –

every now and then ~

08 Friday Jun 2012

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with the faith of love
returning –
clouds beyond the smoke
and poems someone wrote to me
this way –

of serenades
in mid July –
April now forgotten
cept when the night birds
send the chill to bed

and come the frost
to take of vows –
spinning scarlet
dancers
wrapped in stems of lace –
the latest style

wished upon
a morning star
one night in late November –
tied a secret
to a firefly
and waited for the Spring

southern winds returning ~

08 Friday Jun 2012

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welcomed –
every thought impressed
upon my wing-ed heart
cutting through my memories –
(forget)
another call to rise again
who will then remember
repeating (faithfully)
each name –

watched for these
as lights to glow
a reason to consider
and when will all this reaching
have an end –
as southern winds returning
as twilight pressed into
leaves are spun to circles
falling round

chords without the words
(I know)
uncertain harmonies –
tho once before
spun softly into gold
webs of understanding
October (every time)
who am I becoming
to leave you here
alone

remembering
the weight of time –
begs a different answer
than pieces glued together
stories now –
some other fate deciding
sorrows come to soon
will gather ’round my bed
touching prayers
so tenderly

where will then
the lone dove weep
as sunlight
swept to shadows
wings – a quiet wave
brush wonder on the ground
moonlight and mystery
winds beneath my waning
where my years
have gone –
to bring me home

would heaven heed
this quiet sail
surrendered unto dreams
moonlight made for soaring far –
alone remembering

by the by ~

07 Thursday Jun 2012

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frighten me
the mirror was –
a friend before the light
when by the by
in shadows turned about
I thought of you
forgotten in the rush
to run away –
do you miss me now
in places you can’t stay
the roughness where the scar
was worn –
a curve beneath the bone
tears that filled my eyes
whene’er you smiled
spend with me
a moment more –
and beg me then to touch
the worst of you –
the best I came
to love

bee mine ~

06 Wednesday Jun 2012

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from a tender place
love was offered –
not for much the way was come
cross the plains –
the lonely valleys
into the place
where truth was found

by the maiden
and the poet –
the prophet and the scribe
glaciers melted
each remembrance
of a battle without sides

of a house
where letters waited
in the set beyond the sun
and white caps cursed the river
for his ways –

when spoke of fields
he ran between
swarms of honey bees
locust came again
to learn their song –

we wondered
would it matter
if we found their words anew –
lyrics kept in books
of honeycomb

forgotten
every reason
for the places left behind
slept as moths
in sheets of silken cord –

gave the story over
to a blanket
in the woods –
promises grew wild
beyond the door

fences fell
as heaven raised –
lines across the dawning
names were met with silence
whene’er we gave our own

a place apart –
we could not speak –
was more than rhyme or verses
poems would be empty
for a while –

but somewhere still
the hive – she glows
with longing for another
sweeter now – the stories
of our love

souvenirs ~

05 Tuesday Jun 2012

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were we ever here (I wonder)
sometimes I look for signs –
a tell-tale love that left itself in crumbs
ribbons worn to branches
smoke to hide the blue –

letters carved a season to the bark
pieces floating elsewhere
out beyond my sight

imagined I a place
where I retrieve
the message that was written
words as silence ring
but I remain no different
for the proof

wherein the vault of yesterdays
are photographs of me
a then I could not pass
to meet me here –

highways once converged
along a lonely stretch of dirt
tis not the evermore
I wished to know –
but something more than whispers
more than markers made

chiseled as a rite into the stone
reminders of another me
a time before I came
awaiting there for signs
I couldn’t see