last on my pillow ~

27 Sunday Oct 2013

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settle me in
as seasons digress
and leaves
burn their way
into snow
reminded of iris
– the color of wings
and a time
passed before
I could know

what was truth
to rekindle
a flame nearly gone –
a song
almost faded
from word
skins are worn easy
as twilight to press
life into passing
unheard

trace
comprehension
of places between
the last on my pillow
– a time
disappeared
starlight is writ
to the back of my hand –
counting my way
back to here

. . .

in sweet ~

12 Saturday Oct 2013

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she spins
in sleeves
of flannel
worried not for word
counts the stars
by name
(gives them
hers)

cursing not
the seeker
nor winds
to take him far
beyond the light
(still
within her arms)

♥♥

in sweet
she pulls
at shadows
and wanders then
to dream
of wishes made
(and where
their burning rests)

in choice
denied the choosing
fortunes yet
untold
for love beyond
her knowing
(gratefulness)

♥♥

stories from afar ~

02 Wednesday Oct 2013

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what worlds
we wandered years away
with nothing come
between
a star removed
of moments here –
as ancient ones
to dream

of lives forgotten
plans undone –
by wishes laid aside
for destines
of fear –
a truth denied

what souls
await already –
with knowledge
of our will
they call us out –
and listen for us
still

on frigid nights
the air is charged
with stories from afar
a promise
of returning –
where we are

choosing yet
some other time –
another way we came
to know
before our knowing –
ten thousand
stars
by name

. . .

this I know ~

30 Monday Sep 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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gather me
surrender me
lest I come again
to blossom
where your path
is willed to go –
life is where
I love the most
rhyme within
my words
more than faith –
a part of this
I know

for one day
I’ll discover –
the way was come
for me
knew my name
before the heavens set
held by breath
a fragile soul –
winds were waiting still
an evermore
awaits without
regret

of late –
I’m reminded
of years already gone
places I can touch
as would I please
dream beyond
my sleeping –
as one with I the night
wills my tired body
to my knees

sitting
now the silence
where sunlight
yesterday
fell against
a broken window pane
warmed a region
of my heart
thought was meant
for chill –
fires burn
despite
the pouring
rain

. . .