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forgotten ~

09 Saturday Jan 2021

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when I’ve forgotten
how it was –
to want for something more
when years are passed
will I no longer
wait along
your shore

when I’ve forgotten
everything –
I thought I knew of love
will then I write
the same as I do now

of verses
met with kisses –
scars where touch was burned
dreams I lived
with evermore to learn

the ways of you
the ways of us –
embers to ignite
a blue I can’t remember –
stars betrayed
to life

. . .

turned blue ~

04 Monday Jan 2021

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when the dust
is all but settled –
and ashes have turned blue
where’re the rivers rise
I’ll come for you
before the stars are taken
before the dawn is crest
when mountains turn their faces
on the sea
one word
my heart will carry
one flame into the dark
where souls await
a coming back for more
I shall tarry
with that sweetness
with not a want for breath
e’er another life
erase your
memory

. . .

far from this beginning ~

30 Wednesday Dec 2020

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was a time
your hand took mine
and I was
welcomed home
familiar as that first
deep breath of life
you smile
and I remember
just how you loved me so
a kiss I memorized
ten thousand nights ago
so far from this
becoming –
a memory of then
another time beginning
the same sweet love
to know

. . .

all that matters ~

17 Thursday Dec 2020

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til I am faded
into pitch –
the memory of touch
almost erased
with no one to remember
why it was
or what it meant
how deep the soul’s
surrender
to something deeper still
written to the places
love has been

I’ve made my peace
had my say
with verses
o’er the years –
tempted fate more times
than were confessed
borrowed
from the ledger
of tomorrows left to spare
gave my love at times
for something less

a name
almost forsaken
awakes from tired dreams
to warm against
the heart –
with all that matters
a silent recollection
of days
beyond our count
and nights
we waited long
the morning after

. . .

more than days ~

07 Monday Dec 2020

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was Monday
unimagined –
to Saturdays before
stars aligned
to make for us a way
was never meant for keeping
a photograph to fade
a dream I had
relearning –
the curs’ed hands of fate

you smiled
and I remember
how everything was right
clocks were stopped
babies cried –
the universe went still
as words were tumbled
shaken by a kiss familiar so
would take of me
my memory –
far more than days
could fill

was Friday
and the stores were closed
leaves were falling down –
winter blew feathers
from the nest
as lives forgiven –
hope remained
this promise to redeem
were moments
come of Mondays –
different from the rest

. . .

burden wished ~

02 Wednesday Dec 2020

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tho I can’t swear
to each remembrance –
to what is truth
and what is mine
longing whispered into shadow –
became a prayer
of love resigned

I can’t say
of wonder started –
how much more the heart
can feel
of destinies
recorded –
burden wished
from moments here

I’ve no proof
beyond this silence –
which flutters soft within my ear
what remains
of truths unspoken –
promise
I alone
can hear

. . .

not yet written to my soul ~

11 Wednesday Nov 2020

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who will grieve
my going
who will make the bed –
or worry for a season
to things I should
have said

who will speak
my name aloud –
o’er rivers deep and cold
in places not yet written
to my soul

with promise cleft
by secrets sworn
beneath a jealous moon –
when first I died
ten thousand deaths
for you

who will weep
who will pray –
for moments almost come
for sunlight
where the night has been
for stars who mourn
alone

. . .

evermore to spend ~

04 Wednesday Nov 2020

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longing
paints a picture
with colors still I bleed
crimson red raspberry
melon sweet
harbingers
of stories rent
lessons yet to learn
lives are reconstructed
over tea

promise
I was sworn to keep
with words
forgotten now
whispers of a truth
I put away
are breathed anew each morning
and folded into rhyme –
evermore to spend
another day

moments
gather silent
in dust beneath my bed
circles to the table
souvenirs
of seasons
unremembered
before I knew your name –
lives I traded
just to find you here

. . .