Tags
bliss, breath, compass, connection, conscious consciousness, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, knowing, knowledge, life, love, old maps, passion, poetry, postmark, promise, rain, reason, spirit, strength, sweet, tears, truth, understood, wonder
might I help you
to remember –
of moments (all but gone)
how sweet the rain
(of words)
against the moon
of graces given
heart and soul –
(and when will you
return)
to chase the chill
another rhyme to bloom
as whispers
pass unspoken
the same
(most every time)
a promise scattered far
on ancient wings
willing us to wonder
did you know
(how could you know)
of birds
the same as night
ten thousand sing
their way across
a paper sky –
(once you told me why)
tho everything
(my everything)
has changed
deeper now –
the places kept
are tempered
into bone –
with all I know –
(familiar
falls) the rain
. . .
tornadoday 