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let me ~

22 Monday Mar 2021

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let me mend the part
which hurts the most –
and love where needed best
let me whisper
when no other vow will do
let the essence of my promise
be enough to calm your soul
when I speak of love
you know I speak
to you

let me ease whate’er
needs easing –
let me bear what dreams can’t keep
I will hear without you saying –
I will feel what I can’t see

let me take of all
and take some more
whate’er you have to lose
I will guard the night you sleep beneath
and brave the stars
for you

. . .

light between the stars ~

26 Tuesday May 2020

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eternal embrace

she lingered
as a presence –
a prayer
before the dawn
as the music
of her sighs
became his song

he lingered
with each twilight –
without fault
she dared repeat
– as a kiss
became a memory
just as sweet

twas never less
for letting –
love remains
as proof we are
where she lingers
still he lingers
as a light
between the stars

. . .

holy traces ~

02 Thursday Apr 2020

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prayer

feelings tethered –
tied to blessing
leaving holy traces there
long removed
yet still becoming –
what shall be
of all we bear

I wonder still
of ways we came –
dirty roads
and back to home
from the start
always returning
for what is gathered
to the soul

pages gift
from one another
story made
of witness shared
how we lived
is how we tarry
kept in moments –
everywhere

. . .

one more yesterday ~

25 Tuesday Feb 2020

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sweepmeaway

sometimes
the right of not quite fair
is more than I can carry –
the wrong
of who decided
when and where

the road would lead –
dreams would snare
the tired soul from slumber

would years reward
the wanderer
with one more yesterday

a kiss
denied the keeping –
touch
by time erased
paths we took
unknowing
of the coming back
to grace

. . .

a secret passed in dying ~

20 Thursday Feb 2020

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trustme

I won’t wait
the evening brush
of clarinet to fiddle –
I won’t deny your leaving
for some other
grace undone

they say
for one
another waits
beyond the rest –
a sweeter sun

yet I have yet to understand
how deep the burn ignites

through it all
a whispered sigh
was a secret passed in dying
dare I wait the coming back –
for the sweet embrace
of light

here –
and I
some other day
will recall the truth
this life betrayed
ten thousand loves –
as trade for one

ten thousand breaths
in flight

. . .

in the still before counting ~

28 Monday Oct 2019

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could it be

in the still
before counting –
the breeze
once a sigh
ashes
leaves
falling down
did we find
our redemption –
a silent retreat
once remembered
can ne’er be
unknown
from a moment
of light
is a flickered
permission –
sparks unto flame
unto stars
lighting the darkness
filling our night
was the place
we were found –
to begin

. . .

years from where we started ~

25 Wednesday Apr 2018

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home

before as now
the same as then –
do you remember where and when
the world was new
but so were you
awake to
understanding

afraid and stilled
at finding truth
was never meant to lessen youth
or ease the heart
tho torn apart –
resolved the soul
to hurting

only love
can calm the storm –
years from where we started from
reminders of a time before
calling us to love once more –
cured only by
the aching

. . .

first violin ~

22 Thursday Mar 2018

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sigh

I wonder
were there rhapsodies
ten thousand years before –
voices meant to carry
across a canyon floor
were there strings
before the bow could sing
an older violin
did dancers sway
in firelight
before the dance began

before the words
came willing
were there whispers
all along –
thought already yielded
unto song

before the books
were written
did lovers understand
the promise held
within another’s hand
the crush of
two hearts beating
as shadows gathered round
a sweeter song
unfolding
without sound

did they know
before the knowing
before their first goodbye
did music stream
unnoticed
like stars
above the night

as violins
of welcome in
were played
then played again
as tender sighs
fell silently
to skin

. . .