before the morning ~

04 Wednesday Apr 2018

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breath, connected, life, love, moments, morning, sacred intimacy, silent words, time, truth

lacey love

let go my words
my eager heart
remind me now what was mine
take of this
another kiss
just before the morning
when curved against your spine
we reminisce
on long agos
and beg me stay
until the clock is broken
I’ll just close my eyes
for a little while
I swear
let me dream
where dreams are all
of you

. . .

here was last ~

17 Friday Nov 2017

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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blessings, home, life, light, love, morning, nature, presence, reunion, time, transcendence

daylight2

whereabouts
and red Novembers
scarlet cups
where heaven hides
in open hands
green and hungry
raining sheets
of memory

I’ll be home
wait the morning –
dim with ease
the winter lights
above the door
where boards are twisted
where here
was last
I held your breath

. . .

morning grace ~

06 Thursday Aug 2015

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beauty, becoming, blessings, breath, essence, grace, home, light, love, meditation, morning, nature, prayer, surrender, sweetly, weather

in the swell
of a moment
forever one light
was the cool
morning mist
to my face
a lifetime
surrendered
as ages to stone
arms
like a breath
pulled around
here I am
held as forever
loosened to rhyme
so sweet now the dew
neath my feet
stars falling soft
as the last time
I wished
was the first
to remind me
of love

. . .

wander ~

01 Saturday Nov 2014

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry, Rambling

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becoming, bliss, cherokee, conscious consciousness, destiny, faith, fearless, grace, knowledge, life, love, morning, old maps, passion, poetry, rambling, reason, restless, seeing in the dark, spirit, truth, wandering

how fragile
this knowing
of all I have searched
in shadows
(beyond where shadows are kept)
and dared flying closer
(lord knows I tried)
to leave without leaving
the essence of none

as touch
(still allowing)
of heaven’s
release
a soft sweet
surrender
as one with the breeze
moves on the light
(is a song)
thru the trees –
willing to wonder
of all I endear
a moment
and I am returned
(unforsaken)
as love in becoming –
flight
without fear

of another beginning
a fortune untold
asleep with my hands
(at work) in my
soul

. . .

worlds within the falling ~

22 Friday Mar 2013

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becoming, bliss, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, living, love, morning, nature, old maps, passion, postmark, reason, spirit, spirituality, trust, truth, understanding, wandering, wisdom

of the ways
I’ve come
submitting
to the wonder that is life
swept from ‘neath the bed
from ‘round the lights
of miracles
to grace revealed
the place I know again
of worlds within
the falling
(let me fall)

recalled anew
by morning –
the brokenness of proof
as spilled along the mantle
to the floor –
yellow birds are whispering
just beyond the break
forgiven now the night
for letting go

. . .

shades of cedar ~

13 Sunday Jan 2013

Posted by tornadoday in folklore, Poetry, Storytelling

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acceptance, becoming, breath, conscious consciousness, destinies, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, living, love, morning, passion, relationship, silence, solitude, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, understanding, wisdom

were there storms before
we lasted –
and now the signs are gone
scars remain
but not with thought to loss
or changes due
their coming back
stories writ by time
sweetened now by tenderness
and truth

forgiven are the choices
were come the sake of love
would not I know
I’d make the same again
flush against the feeling
blossomed by the bliss
wishing long on stars
still hang the sky

lace is streamed
from evergreen
robins crowd the yard
where morning bread
was scattered from the porch
silhouette of winter shapes
the fences falling down
I sit awhile
wrapped in solitude

a quilted patch
called living
no pattern but of love
tiny hands once stitched
and cursed and made
destinies to warm me
more I’ve yet to see –
coffee cold
but still it makes me sing

where we were
we are the same –
as silence keeps the dawn
showers fall
and there the seeds
redeemed
quietly the sunlight stirs
life in shades of cedar –
witness to the waking
pulls the love
around