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this way ~

06 Thursday Sep 2012

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meet me
where the sunrise
burns dreams
into the waking –
yellow as the roses
yesterday

were begged forgiveness
fell apart –
as petals on the counter
before the words were gone
and truth betrayed

meet me
where the waters roll
backwards to the glaciers
as cold to polish black
the river rocks

dream
and tell me
where I was
before you found me waiting
still within the first to rise
breath undone
by light

save for me
the final dance
though I am not a dancer
practiced more to verse
than e’er to sway
of arms around me
reaching
to keep my heart aloft –
hands to hold
as wishes tucked away

a picture postcard
kept in place
by something more becoming
for years I will remember you
this way
constellations shining
in the light behind your eyes

evermore resounding
in words we couldn’t say

framed by the sun ~

01 Saturday Sep 2012

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further than most
were daring adventure
and wandered I more
to those moments
of flight

truth held by silence
together (this ever)
and yet for the soul –
to remember me now

as writing to places
undone by the rhyme
and what was the vow
worth holding in trust
awaiting again
this reason to come

of somewhere
a life
never planned
awaits in the fold
of venus to clovers –
as love without need
for a time

or division of meaning
what of mine yours –
as the face
now framed
by the sun

in the dawn
where my dreams
are gathered to seed
and I –
but a pillow of stars

worlds we cannot see ~

01 Saturday Sep 2012

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let it be
beyond the need to know
of songs – the heart –
unwritten
but carried by a swarm
of ancient bees

beyond the reach
of destinies
wilderness grows wilder
nectars of forever
are weaved into the trees

whispered by the waters
as passed between the canyons
flowing ever gently
o’er stones
by sorrow thrown

fell against a morning
years before our waking –
sealed with us
uncertain fate
as one again we know

might ever we be witness
eyes to search the darkness
a flame –
another flicker –
reveals familiar ways

as those to understand us
winds retain the memory
of birth –
a new hope rising
from worlds we cannot see

hands to hold
remembered us –
as wonder without reason
swarms of bees still gather
how sweet
our name to know

easy ~

26 Sunday Aug 2012

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more than breath
or seconds wore –
as grace
a skirt of solace
miles beneath these dirty feet
an ancient drum implores
and I of lowly presence
can’t ignore the come to me
as winds repeat
my name
upon the sea

to wander home
and home again –
beyond these streams of living
when opened up my heart
a measure more
than e’er could be
or one could tell
of times before revealing
as words
forever carved into
a sacred memory

as morning rings
a virgin light –
around the place I tary
while somewhere else –
a path to lay me down
with evidence
of all that is –
the same as once to wonder
shall breathe as one
so easy
twilight on the dawn

mystery
of wilderness –
secrets to surround me
liars leave no trace
of something less
will e’er I be remembered
as sunlight to the meadow –
where moments of forever
sleep with me
tonight

dream of me ~

26 Sunday Aug 2012

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In my soul
life remains unprotected –
by the ways
I have chosen (my own) –
and the wilderness
wandering
has turned now to stone.

I was walking
and waiting
years beyond lifetimes –
a place now surrendered
by longing to grace.
Forever alludes me
as time so unyielding
would make of us (one)
such a fool.

What is it now
that I’ve lost in translation –
a dream
where I dreamed all alone.
Another night passing
beyond what was fated
listening still –
might I hear you
somewhere.

Echoes rise
from silence unnoticed –
slow is the song
the lyricist loves –
strings that were mine
came a kiss.
I couldn’t hear –
wouldn’t hear
symphonies ringing –
you sang for me –
sang to me
such sweet lullabies.

Worn through the pages
pens without conscience.
Was there nothing
worth saying –
let me hear it (again)
screamed from the highest
mountains – cathedrals.
Listen –
(do you remember)
truth wills the wind.

When life is surpassed
a night without morning –
breath given back to the dawn –
Where will I rest
while I wait your returning.

Else I pass in my sleep –
will you then
dream of me.

still life ~

15 Wednesday Aug 2012

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nights bring the sound
of hands passing slowly
pull me back ’round
to the place I belong

small and remembered
for voices I’m keeping
in the silent impressions
of love I have known

filling the spaces
as my heart is split open
and names
one by one –
are repeated in time

for those never far
left behind –
in the scatter
stories unspoken
find their freedom
in mine

to sit with me now
as another dawn glistens
from knees to the cross
not forsaken –
their souls

stirring in grace
gentle hands fold together –
as sorrow finds beauty
in the voices
I hold

“While there is a lower class, I am in it; while there is a criminal
element, I am of it; while there is a soul in prision,
I am not free.” ~ Eugene V Debs

denied the proof ~

15 Wednesday Aug 2012

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knew me once before
you did –
though different now
of other places
I can’t say
what became of roads
took us far from then –
into the lives we live today

some might scoff
I have no evidence at all –
is that faith
(denied the proof)
nights I listen
to the wind
against the chimes –
plays a song I sang
for you

more than this –
another season just as sweet
distant paths we walked along –
laughter ringing
into echoes of today
familiar love
as I’ve become

words rewritten
did I write them once before
left to leaves –
their purpose bare
fall anew upon the place
I walk the same
souvenirs of me somewhere

quiet smile
in the middle of my days
words pretend they didn’t know
where I’d be
and what you meant to me
or when –
came the truth
with none to show

fingers trace the curve
of essence given ink –
another presence called to mind
love before I knew
of love I hold apart –
finds another me
this time

paper birds ~

14 Tuesday Aug 2012

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come at last an answer
to questions unremembered
as who you were for me
is nothing left –
ashes to be swept across
these traces of forever –
so sweetly now
the grey dove
sails away

heaven has no bounty
beyond my will to wander –
so gather me
as glories to your breast
raise the window
break the plate
burn the fields of clover –
but barter not the moon
that knows me best

was more to me
than kingdoms come
or something someone said
beg for once you listen
with your heart
the last of summer sweat
is threatening the harvest –
as soon the snow will rise
beyond the barn

turn the page
to evermore
curse the verses passing
evidence of something here
I should have given time –
my hands are moving slower
as sets the evening shade
– will surely reconcile
to take my pen

that is my way
twisted as these sashes
yellow apron –
daisy damp aginst my drum
pleads my soul confess –
the only thing
I know for sure –
is likely now to falter

what name shall bitter taste
upon my death

weave my ribbons
bring the vase –
but let the pearls be scattered
loosed onto the path
as I was one –
I go as rain
to thirsty roots –
dreams of golden harvest
e’en as waters rush
to touch the sun

carry me the way
as then – to places
without memory
still me with ten thousand
paper birds
cast me on the silver lake
and let my story follow –
the eastern breeze
shall take of me
your name

lullaby ~

10 Friday Aug 2012

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come for me
when redbud blossoms
scarlet –
‘neath the winter
when the lowly dove
sits silent in the pines

carry me
to places –
you remember as forever
as wings to break the darkness –
turned to love
the nick of time

speak for me
in rhyming words – verses
I’ve neglected
falling into worlds
I thought I knew

breathe
and I will share them all
til none are left to wonder –
where you end
and I (the same)
begin

come to know
as love allows –
the story of redemption
pages where your name
is written there

fill the morn with laughter
take of me –
the sweetest part
and write a song
(a lullaby) of us

walk the porch
as daylight trails
eager to our shadows –
told by lace
of mysteries somewhere

bring to me your longing –
your compass
and your sorrows
wear for me the light
that is your face

come for me
when years are but a mark
upon the mantle –
where age is nothing more
than letting go
garner me
the promise –
of all I ever wanted
awakened by a whisper
come for me

coming back going ~

08 Wednesday Aug 2012

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kept to these pieces
of coming back
going
living and dying the rest to define
one more get busy
and lived I
to tell it –
how strange seems the pattern
of meaning to find

the ends
of beginning –
for ways undiscovered
questions revealing
the answers to more
ways as were destined
to sleep the night
waiting
with boots by the table –
and back to the door

and knew not of love
kept me from leaving
as pieces broke off
a handle – a key
lines through the linen
threads of another
as once I was given
this time to foresee

as notes
to the margins –
words underlined
bled through forever
to find us again
to wonder of reasons
and names now forsaken
words without marker –
reminders of when

the past lay unbroken
as blue satin slippers –
worn down the path
I cleared long ago
where now
the night sits
at the edge of my wonder –
warmed by the memory
of light on my soul