tethered ~

26 Tuesday Feb 2013

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heaven pulls the
mountain –
from his fragile wedding bed
anchored by the river
to her song –
breezes haunt the tired soul
dragonflies to hover
stilled in place
remembering
our soul

one more verse
will cover me –
one more birth to fall
as waters move
around me in the cold
quietly – a soft amen
rustles from the trees
brittle leaves
dance atop
the foam

let indeed
the shadows shine
with mystery uncertain
swirls beyond
this wake of circumstance
magic lies
in wilderness –
bound by fragile thorns
journey on
and I shall find you
there

. . .

sometimes ~

26 Tuesday Feb 2013

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sometimes
I want
for nothing much more
than to linger
as memory
divine

willed into life
by your favorite dream –
a faraway
promise of flight

recalling to place
a touch, a return
of silhouette framed by the light

eternity comes
in visions so clear
as comforts left bare
in their wake

measured by breath –
the rest pulls away
and still I am one
with this truth

love is our life
when nothing remains
but pieces
we left here
this way

in places eternal
worn down by our will
and sworn to the
white floating
essence of still

. . .

no longer touch ~

25 Monday Feb 2013

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intriguing now
the bondage
of moors against the pins
a tapestry of features
silver spade

haunted by the wrong perfume
nested o’er our heads
awaiting time –
as winter winds to pry

the sleepless
from their slumber
the pigeon from her mate
ne’er thought to far
the object of her pine

fear conveyed in shifting
gathered grace
in letting go –
wings no longer touch
above the storm

. . .

flutters ~

25 Monday Feb 2013

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fleeting blush
of butterflies –
eyes were never blind
strain the gypsy threads
undone by time

hopeful arms of bounty
yearn into
the way
was waiting greener
on the other side

when all we knew
of suffering
is where the parting fell
resting now
beneath the mossy page

nature keeps
no memory
of who was first to die
given up her pen
as flags were raised

spills her tale
as waters rise
to wash away our past
– flutters
neath a vast
forgiving sky

. . .

cutting through ~

25 Monday Feb 2013

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of ways I’ve known
how many lost –
counting down the years
how many paths
I wandered –
but to find you
here

longing cut
away the grain –
evidence revealed
of places
I had passed
along the
night

withheld my own
unknowing
there was life
awaiting me –
as truth
my soul becoming
a love
I couldn’t see

. . .

more than word ~

24 Sunday Feb 2013

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from once
another fated –
we went searching
for the words
would change our
understanding
of the light

wandered far
and wide it seems
for one more
sacred verse –
would open wide
the eyes
denied to see

was ever
love made sweeter
by the echo
of a name –
or poetry define
the tender soul

where am I –
who am I
and there –
the mystery
resolved to more than word
before you came

. . .

all the same ~

24 Sunday Feb 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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more than one
of all we’ve known
lands beyond our fathers
touched as one
the sands beneath
the sea

remember –
I remember
the beauty of becoming
something more
for love you came
to free

of worlds remain
forbidden
by the way
you turn your head
swirling in your silver
let me be

flickers float
behind these lids
reminders
all the same
of places I am still –

remember me

. . .

my place ~

23 Saturday Feb 2013

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draw my place
in shades of green
a forest where I linger
wrapped in songs
as once you sang for me

still my silence
with your beat –
suffer me your knowing
trust the night to keep us –
draw my place
in thee

. . .

crossed ~

23 Saturday Feb 2013

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set adrift
tho tides retrace
the ways and where we parted
each within the memory
of flame ~
gifted by
some ancient dream
and maps we kept aside
talking to the stars
tho not by name

. . .

of days ~

23 Saturday Feb 2013

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of lessons
learned over –
revealing to me
the places where once
I lay down
of choices made sweet
by their bending
with mine
voices to echo
a moment
divine

of wonders
I can’t help but yearn
for anew –
another someday
we shall find
how dear the surrender
of days
barely gone –
shall pass
through eternity’s
eye

in silence
I hear you –
in living I love
no different for ages
the past unrehearsed –
the start
where beginning
some other
one day –
immortal
eternal our verse

of promise –
are words
unwritten to tell –
would honor the places
I’ve known
lessons in loving –
mysteries fall
as willing the heart
to return
to its own