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highways ~

05 Sunday Aug 2012

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forever was once
we spoke about trying ~
and bought every map
they were selling that day
traced every road ~ purple and broken
back through the night
to the edge of the page

to discover our other
was part of the journey
and whispered direction back home
from the fall ~
echoes to ring
with a music familiar
and moments so tender
we traded them all

for this one to deliver us
whole to begin
bound as a drifter to ways traveled on ~
returning as name to a dream
unrecalled ~
ten thousand miles
to the place we belong

the same as we were
e’en now I confess
of roads worn away
by the passing of time
words without memory
of paths crossed before ~
maps through the darkness
light touching light

last time forget me ~

04 Saturday Aug 2012

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of those who would know me
the worst would allow –
and pages I can’t bare remember
the last time forget me –
the first one to stay
past the rise of tomorrow
on the thought of today

when the clothes
needed washing
and rent was come due
were fields needing more
that what planting
would do

I begged
for a savior –
a man among men
would come as a season
to know me again
would wake as the lantern
was burning its last
to relive every moment
of loving
was passed
to the vault that would stay
on a cord ’round my heart

a memory of comfort
wishes and lace –
wrapped in another
surrendered to grace
as we were
to forever –
every promise let go
let the crops burn
and weevils take hold –

more here
than heaven –
a paradise thrives
in moments eternity waits
share me the wonder
of morning reflection –
and a lantern
left long by the gate

interlaced ~

03 Friday Aug 2012

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were this the meeting
of time interlaced –
and stayed I a moment too long
looking back
as a breath to the breeze
no different than raven or wren

sunlight or sorrows
passed through as shadow
were given a reason – come home
needles for nesting
a faraway blessing
no different than now
my purpose to know

stronger the promise was made
of uncertain –
and there stands forever
a place unadorned
by need – might wisdom
give life to a dream –
will I want for another (more time)

to caress
or burn to my soul
the hands of the sun
remembered a sigh
some sweet lullaby –
plays softly when whispers
have come

and struggle is all I have kept
from my slumber –
forgotten the pathway to dawn
shrouded in mystery
questions unanswered –
the mirror knows more than she tells

laced with the past
is every tomorrow –
dusted the raven
with wren in her sails

someone whispered ~

03 Friday Aug 2012

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twisted rope of reds and grey
years defy
the strength of time
lovers lie in sunset hues
a cedar bed
beneath the pines

crickets fiddle
songs I know
shadows rush this empty place
thirteen moons
ten thousand lives ~
wrapped in linen
mortal lace

heard your name
just yesterday
someone whispered ~
lest I hear
more than grace
my will to know
what of love can disappear

eyes remember stories told
hands to reach
are folded still
brittle rain of destinies ~
scarlet leaves
the truth conceal

but somewhere close
they split the night ~
as storm clouds chase the edge of day
twilight leans into the soul
another stone
to roll away

Author’s Note: Alzheimers is a thief without
conscience, robbing its victims of a future warmed
by memory.

before the waking ~

02 Thursday Aug 2012

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for reasons I’ve forgotten now
the grass has taken over ~
there’s a place beside the barn
where wisdom grows
a portal in the forest
and a blanket made of moss ~
a solitude I’ve found
where no one goes

the taste of winter berries
when laid beneath the stars
and traced a line
from father back to son ~
a dream before the waking up
and every truth made clear
as lessons for the lover
and grace for everyone

the same as when ~
the sweetest vine
was crushed beneath the garden
and fences raised
to keep the dreamer home ~
tho wondered then
but not aloud ~
of where they hung their sorrows
I cried the night for sins
the worst atoned

stand a guard
beyond the orchard ~
curs’ed headlights down the way
and mark the path with briar
rusty nails ~
tap the lines and drain the creek
but leave the heavens open ~
ask me where I’m going
but pray I never tell

ribbons ~

02 Thursday Aug 2012

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in the space of a moment
a lifetime
forever
another becomes
a second (no more)
than as we foretold
with the last we were here
taken the path
beginning to know

of others surrendered
in learning again
the truth
as were ribbons tied to the trees
and weaved to our soul
souvenirs

of all still to find
in seasons of rest
passing as breath to the breeze

settling somewhere
in places we are
eternal
immortal
as one to remain

a flickering light
spills a flame to the dark
shadows
remembered no more

yesterday
tomorrow
beginning again
we are still
as forever
a moment
of now

clearly ~

02 Thursday Aug 2012

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left as the morning
was dried from the roses
and last night’s confession
absolved by the sun
drove just as heaven
found dirt in Kentucky
and slowed not the heart
getting on

another night’s rest
much better than last
with nothing much left to extole
would spend not remorse on
choices once made
or the etch of their worth
to my soul

was innocence lost
in my rush to believe
or blinders my color of eyes
a white picket fence
did its best to persuade
of reasons
for staying behind

another day gone
as the truth to set free
sooner or later was lost
the plan to give more
that I had to affirm
of dreams
I can barely recall

the pillow made dark
by yesterday tears ~
mascara I cared not concede
even now as the last glimpse
of night disappears
in the rearview mirror
I see

the highway sings
of whiskey and wishes
a favorite song made right
who I am now
didn’t matter much then
as last night’s confession
absolved by the sun

wings above the trees ~

02 Thursday Aug 2012

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more times than not
I waited
til all the lights were out
and the only sound
was wings
above the trees

for countless nights
I stood alone
just beyond your gate
touching stars
and waiting for the moon

to fall
against my longing
split my lowly soul again
*hush*
my lone confession
to the still

the only chatter
noticed there
was the tremor of my heart
a drum to surely wake
the poet’s dream

lights within
my wanting skin
warmth without regret
dress to drag the briars
miles to home

autumn lures
the afternoon to chill
frost is soon
becoming

already I’m left
standing
in the dark

only this ~

01 Wednesday Aug 2012

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only this –
and I warned you
of coming undone – a place
in the stillness awaiting
our love –
wrapped up in flannel
sighs into silk –
and words fell as silent
reminders of us

I wanted you
needed you –
something to matter
when all the rest fated
you’d tie me back down –
caught as a kite
strings in the treetops –
assured of your coming
to pull me around

only this –
and you warned me
you were more than imagined
should have listened
when something
was muttered within
whispering song of the swallow
wind through the reeds
where words
should have been

only this –
and I warned you
there would be no forgetting
trace to unravel
the best of your plans –
long past the time
you’d remember my kisses
would come as a shadow
to sit with you
now

of moments
made haste –
forgiveness of feeling
and paths not the same
I have known –

walk with me
wrestle me –
tell me your future
was never the stars
made light in my hair
or jasper the color
of faraway glances –
roads going nowhere
only this –
I recall

letters in the sand ~

01 Wednesday Aug 2012

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gather me the blessings
of tomorrow’s brighter sun
and hurry not the lessons
lest they run
as anxious hands to mar the face
is time not more than luck
or visions but a place
already known
speak again of waking dreams
and roads betrayed the veil
of granite paths
and letters in the sand
carry me
marry me
pacify my longing
sit me through the night
and let me hear
of reason come
the way of home ~
of volumes long since buried
and worlds beyond our will
to understand
seal my trust with kisses
of still familiar words
breathe the night
and burst in me the day