tumbled down ~

11 Tuesday Jun 2013

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I am a dancer
spun into the trees
fingers born with memory
of the sun

fragile scarlet ribbons
taut beneath the sky
robins wake
to purple lullaby

am I unknown
as tumbled down
from the tallest tree
early now my resting place
to leave

forgotten to the splendor
of breath
against the night
forever finds
a lover
in pieces of the light

. . .

your keeping ~

10 Monday Jun 2013

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pour me out
a river –
one ocean at a time
set with no direction
(but the sea)
fill my veins
warm the course
of love along my banks
rains are falling (lifetimes)
into me

pour me out
a thimble –
quench me
with your thirst
fill me with your keeping
(every tide)
caught between eternities
home to ancient shores
bless’ed moon –
(my emptiness) to hide

pour me out –
a tender heart
take of me (your fill)
with stories of a time
before you came
pour the truth –
(take the truth)
emptied to the night
stars are burning (somewhere)
– fill me now
to flame

. . .

of dreams ~

10 Monday Jun 2013

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of yesterdays
I’ve spent my share –
pockets empty now
the path ahead much less
than left behind
of dreams – by sleep
remembered
nights I lay between
practiced in a breath
of make believe
surrendered as to sorrows
counted not to home
the sound of water rushing
o’er my stones
silence keeps a record
of where I lingered here
trading bits of heaven
for wilderness
unknown

. . .

from the first ~

07 Friday Jun 2013

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from the first
I knew the last –
every blessing pressed between
as years would flow
the river to the spring
backward to the starting
forever just for this –
knee to knee
and kiss to eager kiss

without song
I heard the music
someone sang it once for me
and danced me round
beneath an amber sky
swirled away
as come what may
time betrayed the end –
meet me there
was all I heard him say

in the still
I found my seasons
as promise one time made
to wake anew
when leaves were on the ground
listening for violins –
held me here before
last I knew –
the first would come
again

. . .

missing time ~

06 Thursday Jun 2013

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last
the dates seemed far away
but stars –
they huddled near
shuffled with the wing’eds
early clay

of weeping then
I know you heard
my crying on the wind –
begged you come
another
yesterday

worried not
for leaving
or what tomorrow knew
of places still
unwritten – leaving
left undue

will poets tell
of all we felt –
of mercies spilled to rhyme
gathered first as angels
to the pen

memorizing
times before –
were sworn to keep us still
falling into reasons
for missing time
again

. . .

longing ~

04 Tuesday Jun 2013

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by others I was known
do you recall
my name
ash and honeysuckle
maple
cedar
rain –
stayed with you
lay with you
how it was you knew
the same I was
as yesterday
you knew

the ache of
where we’re going
as pulled into the night
spilling over canyons
with our light
flush against
your wonders –
swollen heart to please
carved by your initials
my release

into the song
almost unsung –
birds of chatter cling
above the boughs
where once
we loved –
do you recall
my name

. . .

for every fall ~

03 Monday Jun 2013

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for every fall
a picking up –
a matter of perspective
someone crushed
an apple tree to seed
long I stood
just looking up
hanging then to heaven
o’er I would want
whatever fell to need

would prayers be heard
I know that now
no matter why the sinner
would fall to knees
with plead for lowly grace
chained the past
was one more grief
of burden to deliver
would nightbirds come –
to leave without a trace

to sigh aloud
the first amen –
is whispered without memory
of why the choice
or where our purpose came
now to lay (me down)
just so –
years from where I started
sorrow just as heavy
wears a different
name

. . .

sonata ~

31 Friday May 2013

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the words of starlight
are the secrets
lost generations ago
the rhymes of the moon
are lover’s promises
like the cooing of turtle doves
the nightingale brings hope
of tomorrow
the songs of whales
strangely distant and soft
are the keepers of destiny –
versed in irregular meter
that hastens the waves of the sea
movements to the whims of the moonlight
promises never meant
to keep

. . .

all I have ~

29 Wednesday May 2013

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of winter still
the summer dreams
of nights in softest flannel
whispers folded secrets
warmed below

lazy morning shadows
said – I will again
take of these
my everything
of all I have to bloom

breathless
wakes the golden –
pressing down the dawn
clinging to a blossom
with memory
of snow

. . .

burn away ~

26 Sunday May 2013

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summer spares
the sleepy earth
carried as the spring
– was passed one day
between the noon and five
brighter my
illusion
of almost anything
I might have said
last sunday
as goodbye

made worse
for ever giving
what it took so long to say
the fields may burn away
beneath my bed
time has nothing
meant to keep –
begs us love or go
the winds
are sure to find me far
the last –
the best I know

there’s more than ache
in hurting –
more soul within the song
tho no one hears
but me –
don’t make it wrong
leaving left
to one last fate
– one more hold me near
the past is nothing
worth the keeping
here