diamond ~

10 Monday Dec 2012

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resurrected

in the silent stir
of breathing –
a universe is born
baby blue and wrapped
in melodies
of lullabys and lovers
long ago we knew
the coming back
would lead us to the throne

to pages unintended
by the passing of an age
letters folded
sweetly out of sight
names and dates
across and through
division of our sorrows
scribbled to the margins
by regret

daughters
sons and keepers
waiting long the night
rivers play the songs
of welcome home
polished by direction
turning still the flow
where east meets west
evermore is gone

tales of almost tempted
and where they curse us still
visions of tomorrow
fall away –
becoming now the future
of some distant yesterday –
we willed ourselves
into the love we leave

pages turning over
leaves of crimson browned
twilight sits a diamond
on the grey –
messages delivered
of somewhere else we go –
moments stretched beyond
the reach of time

whispers ~

10 Monday Dec 2012

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leaves

I’ve been around
a time or two
and thought sometimes to leave
wrapped up in a blanket on the bed
desperate dispatch
of passions to survive –
to hold my hand
against a flaming torch

for consequence
is not my sort –
and right most never wrong
places still remember me this way
suffering a moment more
than ever should have been
let me go
before I beg to stay

once before
o no not then –
my soul to sacrifice
the truth was there
but hiding all the while
flush against the mantle
golden cross the grain
circling a moment –
a memory of your smile

shush the bitter
aftermath
of all you couldn’t say
dance me now
across a midnight floor
whisper to the curve
that is my longing come alive –
kiss the dying echo
of your name

. . .

of faraways ~

09 Sunday Dec 2012

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familiar

of skies
beyond your flicker
I can’t say that I’ve seen –
or whether there is life
beyond my dreams

of faraways
I can’t recall
the ways to here I came –
or where was left the signs
along the night

promises forgotten
to the roads I walk alone –
tho taken of my will
to turn around

echoes force
their way inside
lately now I shudder
against the verse
forgotten not
to rhyme

of all I know
another time –
familiar
unremembered –
paths across my skin
have disappeared

differences ~

08 Saturday Dec 2012

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proof

ten thousand nights
a dinner date –
and coffee
without creamer –
resorting now to places
I’ve become –

magnitude
of differences
fit don’t feel the same
and sometimes
names get lost beneath
my tongue

destinies
I can’t decide –
fates beyond my faith –
roads are going nowhere
let me go

strange
the lure of silence
when all I know are words –
kept beside
tho who remembers now

pages folded
back to front –
and found a time for being –
as where I am
was always come for me

looking back
across the path –
breezes to my shoulder
voices call
from just around
the bend

big plans ~

06 Thursday Dec 2012

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comeround

was the coming back
they warned me once –
of summers without memory
perfume kept
so long –
the essence dried

of late nights
and slow rides –
rolling through the canyons
breezes blowing somewhere
far above

with big plans
and longer words –
listening to the water –
forgotten was the teller
to the tale

wishes fell
ten thousand miles
eternity retreating –
and leaving us as proof
of yesterday

longing
finds me here sometimes
lucid
constellations –
adrift somewhere above
the silent waves

eden stirs ~

05 Wednesday Dec 2012

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lifetimes
since the first hello –
seasons fell to season
and I can
ne’er recall
the taste of snow

or perfume
spent on clementine
jasmine in the spring –
lullaby every cricket knows
silver thread
a fiddle weaves –
wing’eds flying blind
sail me now
the way they know
by heart

by distance
of a lowly beat
measurement of soul –
secrets lost somewhere
above the tide

morning comes
disguised by those –
forgotten it was night
but living as a moment
such as this –

the lowly time
of only times –
who shall proffer more –
than rivers flowed
we called
by other names

honeybees
and cedar trees
needles
nests
and nothing
the grace of eden
stirs within the still

guard us now
the knowing –
eternity is come
as heaven fell to earth
while it was dark

. . .

edges ~

05 Wednesday Dec 2012

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watching

as eternal
my beholding
to the places still I go
tho pushed between
these edges
sharp and deep
as truth was
held beneath the tides
to bring the drifter home –
and set against
the lover’s sacrifice

as dark
the ways to travel
and worried there alone
of where the stars were leading
(let them lead)
casting long
our tattered nets
into the sweet divide
made between this world
and those beyond

fragile
as the ancient cord
barely seen at all –
tho stretched to hold
of all together now
as one to understanding
let here the thread be cut
as each was sworn
another time
to be

longing
keeps a whisper
to remind us of the rest
when songs were sang –
and hearts
knew only one
garner me
the sacred cup –
let my body rise
beholding to the night
would come for me

. . .

smaller ~

04 Tuesday Dec 2012

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stoned

let me not
of arrogance
steal from life the sun –
or scar the tender leaf
in falling down

save my lips
for passion
wrap these arms to love
urge me not to bend
these hearts
so green

as one
immortal universe
breathing as I breathe
smaller still to places
I remain

passages ~

04 Tuesday Dec 2012

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still_of_mine

come
o holiness
unravel
all my mysteries
and nurse this tiny flame
within your light

swarm within
this cavern so –
take to yours this life
passages divine
ten thousand old

carve to name
and sit the sun
still within my stillness
o sweet immortal grace
bestow to mine

eternities
as surely come
reveal yourself again
if e’er I might
become the same
as these

as candle flame
to lure the wing
let my knees be bled
to speak in tongues
the ancient ones
now tell

o Bethlehem
o northern bright
o stranger I have been
seize for me
the morning –
where heaven dares
unfold

these ~

04 Tuesday Dec 2012

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stolen

of these
and no more
I would swear
my allegiance –
and let not another tear fall
would pass unafraid
to the edge of the knife
with courage to suffer
for all

restless to wander
the last one arrived
to places I already know
held as a child
whispered a lover
of somewhere I passed
a long time ago

were doubt
and regret –
of sorrows to sew
shared of a vision unseen
written to secrets
will live in my stead
and curse not
the hours between

my heart
keeps apart –
moments so dear
forever decided
as stars without shame
fell not the distance
of years into light –
or splintered by thought
into flame

. . .