bittersweet ~

25 Monday Jun 2012

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becoming, connection, destiny, dreams, fearless, forgiveness, grace, love, old maps, reason, relationship, restless, spirit, strength, wisdom

I am memory
bittersweet my salvation
nothing matters more

you will choose for me
a moment of wonderous
o’er a lifetime less

silken dew on green
petals opened and waiting
the essence of life

pitch black the midnight
stars fade in comparison
uncertain return

the dying despair
curse my fragile existence
regret for my touch

were reason to be
to return without knowing
where I shall linger

what seasons to pass
but a glimmer of flame burned
for love remembered

immortality
I am the taste of summer
drying on parched lips

come of age ~

24 Sunday Jun 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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bliss, connection, destiny, dreams, fearless, love, reason, restless, southern, spirit, strength, truth, value, wandering, wisdom, woman

I’ve come of age
a little bit late –
way past the point
I reached my prime…
My eyes now open
(sometimes I blink)
to what has been
and was never mine.

I’ve hit my knees
and stood up strong –
sometimes I thought
I never would.
I’ve seen the best
and worst of me
more faith than some –
more right than good.

Surrender has no
business here –
for falling back
on sleepless nights.
I’ve written days
in blood and truth –
and traded ink
by candlelight.

Do we ever lose
in letting go…
for only then
is our purpose met.
When comes the time
of difference –
in what we wished
and what we let.

beyond the dream ~

23 Saturday Jun 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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left to leaving
sunrise waited
just beyond the morning glare
all twas slept –
an empty vessel
nothing more than pages there

to change the rest
but somewhere dawning
burns so bright
the eyes are one
with souls entwined in everafter
love beyond the dream
become

sworn an end
to mortal battles
lest I press beyond the night
denied this place of empty longing
let me go –
the way of light

truth be damned
for what is offered –
holds no lure for those who know
distant worlds
and loving moments
keep alive each willing soul

as water streamed
from mountains hidden
deep within the breast of earth
fountains gush
with each ascension –
pains erased by sacred birth

a baby cries
a forest ruptures
bells to ring though few can hear
loving songs within the whispers
winds to bring the broken
cheer

a step beyond
the edge of dreaming –
how many times I’ve wished to stay
in houses I’d forgotten somehow
love I held another day

keeps me now –
each night much longer
than I had planned to leave this shell
dreams no longer keep me
dreaming –
night defined by sleeping well

seek not the change
or when the moment
came that I was gone –
but know of worlds that have
no boundary –
destinies of one to own

watch for surely
once or never –
might I wake before the noon
telling tales
of golden tassels –
winter wheat and jealous moons

keetoowah ~

23 Saturday Jun 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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becoming, cherokee, forgiveness, grace, living, love, nature, reason, restless, spirit, strength, truth, wandering, wisdom

mountains rise
but not so far
they leave behind the laurel
blue against her bosom
sunlight in her hair
eastward turns a shadow
on the valley of her tears
where I am found
renewed to those
whose name of love
I wear

I can’t (but I do) ~

22 Friday Jun 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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bliss, destiny, erotic, love, old maps, relationship, spirit, truth, wandering, wisdom, woman, wonder

how is it I know
(I can’t but I do)
the taste of your touch
in the morning
when streams of sunlight
warmed by your skin
settle in love’s mortal dew
how is it I know
(I can’t but I do)
the way that your hand
fits to mine
or body to body
heartbeats to one
breathless beginning all over
I wonder
I wander
some nights until dawn
how is it I know
(I can’t but I do)

three days ~

22 Friday Jun 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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becoming, bliss, connection, fearless, grace, gravel roads, living, love, nature, old maps, poetry, spirit, strength, truth, wisdom, wonder

this is the place
I wished for
something moves upon the wind
and longing
feels no urgency to go
cedar sweats
as knot to knot
grain against the strumming
as white to flash
a covey spills to flight

I am here
within the wonder
the same as shale and story
to fill my blood with love ~
strength that pulls
the pines

let be
this time of loving
let not my words be caught
in harsh regrets
or looking back
to other ways I crossed
to tender paths
I wonder still
what fate awaited there
was given me for choosing
with nothing to compare
let me sit
with this becoming
as destiny unfolds
a brush against
what might have been
a solace to my soul

above a crush
of timber
wings to span the sky
and somewhere close
I hear the river sing
as soft the breeze reminds me
I am home again
this in-between
tho just the same
as hemlock, fir, and myrtle
my roots reach deep
into this place
of love

I know this song
the sound of leaves
whispers still the forest
I close my eyes
and hear the evening tide
a melody remembered
is played again at twilight
once given to the trees
when love befell the dreamer
notes of ash and chestnut
were floated out to sea
I wonder do they miss
the shore
another place they sing

loosen my heart ~

21 Thursday Jun 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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take of my life
the best in concession
lest ever I trade
of heaven my lines
and strip of the blade
a chance for renewal
or walk without thought
for blossoming fair

loosen my heart
as tethered by longing
and set as a dove on the gale –
would ever I live
let me love
through their presence
and breathe of the air
as the ones
that I know

pry from my hands
every start written over
and make for a place
in the wood
stretch every word
to encircle the cedars
til vowels
become years
in the shade

bury me
carry me
feed me to sparrows
long might I live
in the shelf of a wing
dream
where I wake
as a verse rediscovered
familiar my song
as notes to the wind

as silence to watch
from clouds
softly drifting
back to the places
remembered
I love

forever spoken ~

21 Thursday Jun 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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becoming, connection, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, life, love, old maps, reason, relationship, spirit, travel, truth, wandering, wisdom

I am but a stranger,
where promise has come to live.
I have held the hand of heartache,
with the love I swore to give ~
turned the storm
against the current,
tossed the sea of raining blue ~
poured her foam into the heavens,
set the sun
to burn anew.

I am but a sailor,
from my hands, a compass wrought.
A lantern to the stillness,
quiet calm by living bought.
I shall carry you to healing,
by the touch of endless grace ~
bring you flowers from the mountain,
yet to fill your sorrow’s place.

I am but a soldier,
born to fight your bitter ills,
come to find
your beauty hidden
far beyond the rolling hills.
I shall be your sole redemption,
words alone could never say.
I am love forever spoken ~
a lowly prayer
within your pain.

I am but a moment
in all the times you’ve known,
one reason for your seeking –
that which knows the way to home.
When no other will remember,
I alone will speak your name.
When destiny is written,
love shall find the way
we came.