one more ~

03 Saturday Nov 2012

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Had I more
than one more day
and one more spring to bloom
– a perfume born
of every sweet goodbye
Had I feet for walking back
home another way –
truth to be remembered
love beyond my life

Had I more
than one more heart
one wish to grant the stars
– and time to choose
before my time was gone –
Would lie beneath
the oldest oak
to hear his stories told
and dream within the comfort
of his arms

fourteen stones ~

31 Wednesday Oct 2012

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cherokee, fearless, grace, gravel roads, kentucky, life, living, love, mystery, nature, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, spirituality, truth, understanding, wandering, wilderness, wisdom, woman

other times
of those I knew
much more (than I could see)
how swift the words
to take me by surprise
(wished for more)
than one last time
could never hold my reason
fell to places
just beyond (your eyes)

tangerine and jasper suns
muscadine and paper
was more (to me) for knowing
a safer side of truth
without a plan to understand
when told of ancient places
ribbons now (the color
of my shoes)

loving roads
and fourteen stones
between the house and heaven
rows and rhyme
to screen doors shut (behind)
mysteries of make believe
who are you (I wonder)
took the road for leaving
with something (still)
to find

morning shakes
as living takes
a sunrise (more than needed)
to lie against the night
and count my scars
once or twice the coming round
my wilderness to wander
slept beneath (the window
talking with) the stars

secrets spared
the room to share
and some things can’t be given
e’er presence
give us lives (to comprehend)
mourning doves confess to love
and wait the night another
as quiet stills the twilight
with knowing you
(again)

exposure ~

30 Tuesday Oct 2012

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breath, destiny, dreams, fearless, grace, gravel roads, life, living, love, old maps, postmark, self, shutter speed, spirit, strength, value, winter wheat, wisdom, woman

in the mist
that was my yesterdays
ten thousand silent birds
– beyond my will to hear
are singing now
but for the night
of wing’ed flight
to worlds beyond my birth
was never meant
a path to me somehow

speckled green
and tattered blues
patchwork bursts of reason
stitched with time
but worn the rest away
hung to line
the veil between
here I am and ever
– someone speaks
and I don’t know their name

shutter speed
as autumn peaks
to fall beneath the cedars
climbing up
to make my bed beyond
little lights
to prick my skin
– who am I to tell
when left outside the gate
a moment long

pressed into
the winter wheat
smelled of other courage
and where our
dreams have gone –
I couldn’t say
leaving takes the
longest time
when all the crops come in
– the mist is rising slowly
to melt my fears
away

prayers ~

29 Monday Oct 2012

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in the space
beyond my vision –
where the edge of night is pried
from places just beneath
the wet down world
as quiet weaves
I sit as one –
an almost ended light
close my eyes
and hear their tender
prayers –

embarassment of beetles
for the cricket
knew their shame
tho sworn to keep a secret
of the dark –
needles working endless
to make for us a shawl
would hide the night
and shade the face
of day

flickers of surrender
wings were beating blind –
denied the fault of others
fell before
as embers to the smoke
reflections of the lake
spinning top
is burdened now
with lace

while just beyond
my breathing
green her blue goodbye
as moonlight gives
my hiding place away
love remembers where I stood
beneath a winter veil –
smelled of pine
and spoke to me
by name

sapphire ~

25 Thursday Oct 2012

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♥
give me to laughter
one more everafter –
and suffer not long the choice
to receive
ribbons unspooling
destinies fooling
as midnight
meant maybe
and let us believe

there are worlds
sapphire blue
the color of eyelids –
and places held closer than blame
sworn to our keeping
as somebody’s presence
when left us to answer
of questions the same

to where we began
in the starting all over
was heaven now given

a time and a place
as near to our own –
another forgiven
was held to our being
creation retraced

scored by the letting
of light into loving –
everything
less than this moment (this now)
the gift of endurance –
with every salvation
longing made whole
in the love
we allow

♥

somehow ~

18 Thursday Oct 2012

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long before
you knew my name –
I knew of you somehow
as fated brush
of ink to skin –
was love as love allowed
was all you were
and breath to me
ageless
endless
sweet

I can’t recall the one
I was
before you came
for me

. . .

not for slumber ~

18 Thursday Oct 2012

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get me back
before the morning
falls unnoticed to the lawn
e’er these dreams
resolve to keep me
to the places I’ve become

get me back
before the sunrise
set my feet on firmer ground
leave your essence
to remind me
of another solace found

get me back
tho I grow weary –
not for sleep my body aches
not for slumber
I’ve been missing –
would my senses lie awake

get me back
get me something
more than all
one moment holds –
every image made of heaven
stretched to fit
as love unfolds

get me back
I’ll be waiting
in the places you abide –
beyond the reaches
of forever
I’ll be waiting
with the night

get me back
before the leaving –
lest the daylight find me gone
counting everafter hours
come to sleep
upon the lawn

. . .

days when I knew ~

18 Thursday Oct 2012

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of days when I knew
you were waiting somewhere
running your fingers
o’er words written there
of those I imagined –
I cling to them still
and sleep within places
you rest unaware

as one with a moment
I can’t be forsaken –
by changes in weather
a shift in the wind
of love without time
or need for becoming –
as is
I am there
in your places
again

of mornings some place
much nearer than now
to sit in the quiet of night
with your name
resolved to a feeling
(I can’t understand)
while others I questioned
each reason the same

from the places you are
the places of me
are times when you think
on your own destiny –
do you wonder (I wonder)
sometimes until dawn
where I am –
how I know –
what of us will become

as it is
it is ever –
even now I am near
as your hand to the pages –
as a smile to your tears

loving arms
to remind you –
as was once you did me
when the dark
was surrounding –
(you were something to see)

like the end
a beginning –
both the same (to my soul)
a whisper of promise –
was a dream
taking hold

. . .

two of hearts ~

15 Monday Oct 2012

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bliss, connection, destiny, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, life, living, love, old maps, passion, reason, restless, sometimes, spirit, time, truth, understanding, wandering

forgiven now
the sweetest cut
stitches formed of blood
the curs’ed class
of circumstance
and will that never would

forgiven
clashing angels
and nights they envied me
a moment of surrender
to sheets of destiny

forgotten trail
of breadcrumbs
across this lonely floor
were left by grace
another day
would bring you to my door

forget the past
I have no pride
would keep me from your shade
or mornings to awaken
by loving – unafraid

forgiven now
the truth undone
by life –
this split apart
reality made dearer still
than e’er the two
of hearts

as mercies spilled
to pages blank –
dreams to populate
with stories
of tomorrow –
forgiven now the wait

. . .

lessons ~

11 Thursday Oct 2012

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bliss, connection, destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, life, living, love, memory, passion, reason, restless, seasons, soul signature, souviners, spirit, strength, understanding, value, wandering

this morning
the driveway was covered
with letters
held a bit long by the sun
reminders of others
sweet as october
and dreams kept
for seasons to come

hands were unfolded
open and anxious
to catch every tear
as they fell
mystical dance
of reason returning
words without meaning
(or none we could tell)

shades of a lifetime
pressed to a moment
bound into pages
of memory wrote
sealed with a kiss
as ten thousand others
would wait us for passing
as maple to smoke

as poetry dried
by inkstain to wishes
thought gone the way of the wind
infinite proof
that love will sustain us
out past the places ~
we wander again

forgotten somehow
the seasons since passed
snowflakes and junebugs
are gathered to light
warmed by a day
(another we came)
haunted by leaves
kept real by the night

swirling (these gifts)
of red burned to gold
lessons we learned of
surrender ~
comfort me now
as life spills the ground
let go
let love ~
remember

…