the certainty of time ~

sometimes it hurts
more than words –
than e’er a poem
would want confess
I find a joy
in grieving
that moves my soul to rest
to say goodbye
letting go
but for my heart
I might be gone
down the ways
beyond your name
beyond the pull of home
beyond the want
of evermore –
the memory of touch
leaves are falling
storm clouds
into dust

. . .

a picture of a picture ~

24 Thursday Sep 2020

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life, life beyond the leaving, love, memory, none the same, photograph, remembrance, soul, spirit, time, truth

were not for this
would love exist
to sanctify the page –
a picture
of a picture
faded grey

were not for these
these tender lips
created for a kiss –
remembered quite so well
as was your name

were not for time
or lives between –
a thousand more remain
tho ne’er another
I have loved
the same

. . .

sands of my soul ~

23 Wednesday Sep 2020

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age, blessing, closer still, courage, forgiveness, grace, life, love, redemption, still, surrender, time, where you are

when I’ve taken the last
of faith that was given
and turned my back
to the wall –
to wonder how long
this grace
might deliver
when broken each vow
my heart can recall

when I’ve lost
what had saved me –
words where pages lie still
a map once was traced
to the sands of my soul
lest I wander
without want
to be filled

dare me remember
the ways I was carried
and nights I sought peace
in the dark
move me to center
align me with light –
so that grace
seeks to find me
no matter how far

. . .

one more dance ~

18 Friday Sep 2020

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as easy as breathing, dance, grace, life, love, poet, soul, spirit, stars, time, want

might I ask for one more dance
a night beneath the stars
one more dream awakened
from the dark

wherever arms
are intertwined –
drums are beat as one
wherever verses live
beyond the tongue

light is come
to fill this want –
without the rush for more
for one more time
another dance
to know

. . .

all we knew of love ~

17 Thursday Sep 2020

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another day, becoming me, faith, journey, life, love, reflection, story, truth

I feel the blush
of a million sighs
whene’er I walk this road
as witness to the place
I go alone

when comes the blaze
of afternoon –
shades I recognize
are laced between the branches
falling round

reminders of another time
was all we knew of love –
sycamore and maple
spinning down

silence rings
in memories –
as close to now was then
whispers falling
echoes met by stone
one hundred years of living
reflected in your eyes
lifetimes come –
ten thousand
dusty roads

. . .

make a wish with me ~

15 Tuesday Sep 2020

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come around some sunday, kiss, life, love, memory, moments, shared habits, spirit, stars, tell me, time, truth

make sense of me
when I cannot –
read my story o’er
throw me in the fountain
– make a wish with me
for more
then tell them how
tell them everything
you dared believe once true
of how it was I sought
and where I found you
of lifetimes passed
and moments spread
to breach the will of time
whispers made to blankets
as you were made to mine
shared a breath
became a secret –
of lives before this one is spent
longing forgave the kiss
became
a holy sacrament

. . .

the long way back ~

14 Monday Sep 2020

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another life, breath, find me home, hands, journey, life, light, love, memory, mountains, nature, reasons, stars, truth, walk me home

in another place
I was –
crushed beneath the shadows
bowing down my head
chasing truths
do you remember
how it was –
the giving in to silence
as the echo of ten thousand
tired boots
a night succumb
to whispers –
a morning without shame
lights beyond the highway
burning sand
do you remember
was I with you
when the mountains
fell around
as waters rushed
to fill an empty land
I know you now
as I knew you then
another life
with nothing changed
this sweet goodnight
bathed in light
is reason
why we came

. . .

kept to silence ~

11 Friday Sep 2020

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blessing, life, light, longing, love, morning, seasons, silence, sometimes, still, sunlight, time

as morning
burns away the night
– afternoon arrives
forgiven us already
for staying in

wonder sits
in sleepy eyes –
where mystery is made
longing kept to silence –
light to skin

. . .

clementine and ash –

04 Friday Sep 2020

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carry me sweetly, country, easy, grace, home, life, love, nature, simple

there’s a cloud
above the meadow
where ancient starlings spin
twelve across
as one
their feathers glide
slicing through my morning
a reflection of the sun
as cedars press around
on every side

clementine and ash
are twisted by the barn
a piece of lace
left over from the spring
crickets come alive
for a pleasure
born of shade
and I still lie awake
to hear them sing

. . .