dreaming of today ~

17 Thursday May 2012

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would for the past
a treasure pay –
to resurrect the places
we crossed while we were dreaming
of today
when spoke a hushed apology
for fortunes we abused
and wrote again as numbers
to the stone –
sang for all another verse
before the plate was offered
as hallelujah rose
with us to stand
returning this embarassment
of what of love we held
blink and someone speaks
we hardly know –
remembered
e’er we pass as breath
into one more surrender
abyss of words
we kept the best aside –
love we never gave away
shall tie us to the river
stones within our pockets
silent sit

no more than me ~

17 Thursday May 2012

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from the story
never finished –
comes the next to read these lines
an end I wrote –
I swear I’ll now erase
pretty as I ever was
dreams for love to dream
an answer to the
question –
who am I
a drifter
fell from fairytale
wonder to be found –
daylight where the night reigned yesterday
words no one can give me
wait in silence
on my tongue –
a story started new
remembers me

beyond the gate ~

16 Wednesday May 2012

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meet me there
beyond the shadows
where the purple dogwood grows
that I might look
into the eyes
that once adored me so

meet me there
so I might be
remembered to your kiss
a hand within
your gentle hand
a bliss beyond your bliss

would I be less
for wanting more
than the memory
of your sigh
ears attuned to music
each haunting lullaby

of far away
yet near enough
as sacred truth restored
beyond the gate
where blossoms burst
in loving hues once more

returning as tomorrow
there begins eternity
another day
remains of love
when you have come
for me

across the way
just down the road
we walked so long ago
when stood beside
forever
the purple dogwood grows

(I’ll find a way)

15 Tuesday May 2012

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It seems –
I have a notion
of what we need to do –
let’s run away
(I’ll find a way)
to make your dreams
come true.
I’ll draw a map
if you bring a light –
might be a place too far.
We’ll sleep in tents
of jasmine –
blankets pulled of stars.

Lay your head
against this longing –
let my thunder be your song.
(Ancient drum)
is this heart beating –
listen now
(it is your own).

Take my hands
and still my wanting –
soothe this wandering within.
Tell me now the stories
coming back
(as one) as we begin –
to understand (I’ve waited here)
to know you
(as I do).

Where I am warmed
against your love –
and love our (only) truth.

forget me again ~

14 Monday May 2012

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we found the way
tho surely meant
we couldn’t keep the traces –
would scarce recall
breath without a seed

we’d come in search
of where the petals warmed
(beneath the drifting)
of where the dogwood pink
was lost a bloom or two
a twig or so –
another time
(forget) to know me now

we have no way –
no certain proof
of rhyme before this rhythm
a promise made
no measure ever kept –
confession made of sleepless nights
(the skies were younger then)
tears to show
where we were lost
in finding us (again)

there’s an ancient oak
by a crooked fence
making sense of waiting –
a place where destiny still reeks of smoke
a hidden patch of frozen time –
ablaze beneath the branches
where once we were alone
and nothing else

do you remember now the reasons
this choice to be again
to find the way –
with will to understand
why clouds still gather softly
above the deepest snow
a time we scarce recall –

the day we loved

serenade resigned ~

14 Monday May 2012

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fret not
as shadows linger
would move my soul
to mourn –
surrendered love in vain
to ease the ache

returned to me
as wanderlust
I shall not ask for more
would scorn
the poet’s hand
for one more line

or bleed
the violet evening shade
of memories unsettled
to soothe the day
before the moon is come

for this refrain
my longing has no place
but in my telling
of moments
where there are no words
but those of faraway

take to heed
these tender hands
this temporary madness
decided by a change in heart –
serenade resigned

breath to still
this wonder –
hurt without a balm
tears can yet remind me
of my love

beyond this night
another waits
and there
for dreaming made
a bed of feather flowers
asleep on wandering

would angels ring
so sweet the bell
to lure me
from my solace
or count for one
the final call to home

tethered
by this evermore
and weighted with confession
as one who loved
with everything –

before the shadows fell

I am ~

13 Sunday May 2012

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it sits with me
most nights til dawn
awake before the worry
stills my eager drum
lest I would go
empty to the breaking
lost myself within
visions come without a word
to say

in keeping for the moment
let the ego sleep –
carved to truth
against the sunlit page
curls and tiny crosses –
names rewritten twice
– speak
o please don’t tell me
how it goes

as I am one
of mysteries –
dark – these eyes of soul
chalice where tomorrow’s trust
is stored
verse and line to enter in –
psalms to raise the sun
flowers without fail
another bud

alone in this –
a silent bliss
quiet filled with love –
tho somewhere in the distance
I can hear
laughter ringing (echoes)
children skipping stones

– so faraway
yet here I am
to touch

without the grain ~

12 Saturday May 2012

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was just before the morn
silver coursed the sky
pregnant with the musing
bleached white crooked boards
(left without the grain)
a lowly thought (indifference)
doors we opened from the black
I couldn’t see before
hiding Viking splinters
copper hinges from my sight
beyond the place
where webs were breaking free
another shadows ninth
I must have dreamed
(you dreamed of me)

couldn’t see
beyond the light
was anchored to the rug
ran between the bathroom and hall
a tapestry of peacocks
sapphire blue and gold
quiet how they
flew about and never
blocked the way
kept the entry clean
in want for morning sun
slept in pools of maybe
for my taking
couldn’t understand
the truth (was ever I to be)
relieved to be
relieved to feel at all

white moths circle ’round
to let me through
beyond the room
where books are kept
vow and board together
save the past in chords of mystery
some post of prose (a favored verse)
forgotten me a poet
once proclaimed
(would be the best)
telling now of troubles
I have loved

a moment of light ~

12 Saturday May 2012

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no different the ache
of eternity passing –
stolen the name we gave
to a dream
warmed to our heart
as one with our beating –
knew as we knew
of the waiting to be
stirs still in spirit
the place of becoming
strains as a breath on the night
drinks from the cup
we pass with our kisses
shines to the heavens
as a moment
of light

Author’s Note ~ Written for a friend and his wife, who were expecting
their first child in October. Instead, they now strain to fill the silence
left by words unspoken – grief that cannot be mentioned by name.

hands to my heart ~

11 Friday May 2012

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gather the crops
and lead me to pasture –
long woolen coats
and hats on the nail
sing me our song
to remind me of breathing
take me to meeting
where the creek
dries to bone

walk with me now
through the pain of becoming
what I feared most
when we parted that day –
a longing to fill
and woods without conscience –
carved our initials
much deeper
than ache

some faraway
somewhere –
the geese are returning
spread ‘cross the dark
til we can’t see the night
and fashioned their moon
from something
less shining –
was a moment we held
to forever this way

scatter my bones
as proof of submission –
but tell not the others
I was destined to fall –
read every word
aloud at my passing –
warm
let your hands
to my heart fold around

to hold this – the last
of my fragile intentions –
will you worry
for places I’m not
when darkness remembers
the breath of surrender –
long woolen coats
and geese on the lam