moments (yet) ~

20 Monday May 2013

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were moments
to awaken –
your voice upon my skin
as secrets
whispered low –
became my light

flush against
the almost life –
of somewhere
love awaiting
hands to touch –
words we lost that day

broken verse
as sunlight traveled –
caught by falling angels
shadows passed
to shadow –
one we’ll be

held aside
for reasons –
longing knows too well
light recalls
the sweetest night
– lifetimes
loving so

. . .

nothing I can say ~

17 Friday May 2013

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how tender
my returning –
a dreamer to the end
narrow ways
go dark
before the dawn
wielded me another truth
story holding still
weary grace
within my silence sits

calm
against the clawing
as ringing now
the bell
tho somewhere I am come
in search of light –
suffering a shadow
raked into the fields –
blazing red in grief
for winter golds

marry me
before I say
will be my last surrender
a garden of intent
is wilted there
cut the vines and lean the fence
near to worlds
of waiting –
as light to pierce
the only name
I wear

. . .

gathering dust ~

16 Thursday May 2013

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of the knowing
this is something –
(something more than we pretend)
the way is still
and here we are again
courting everafter
as the price for letting go
roads to gather
dust –
into our soul

patterns into stories
wishes into lies –
as songs to sing
(if e’er the lights go out)
held against the southern red
melted into clay –
secrets
spun with words
to kiss away

choices made
and losses lost –
burdens floating free
became a star
and there (I sew) your name
warm into my wilderness
breath against my sting
flowers float
(as silence)
into wing

. . .

verse ~

16 Thursday May 2013

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last a stinging
vine of verse
was wound around my heart –
words were let
(remember how they hurt)

of solace kept alive
once more –
the strain for making rhyme
left me waiting here
– another time

of winters snowed
behind us –
a day (almost the same)
beneath a sky
this blue
I held your name

forgotten now
the meter –
breath (before the break)
one more verse
– was more than I
could take

. . .

where the skies ~

13 Monday May 2013

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when I am lost
to find me –
along the ways I roam
soaring past the rocks –
beyond the stars
counting points
defied to strains
of wilderness I keep
floating without chord
into the dark
laced as silver minnows
willow tied to elm
evergreen reminding me
come down –
wishes now are troubled
sailors seldom knew
where the skies –
and where the shore
was bound

. . .

lilac o’er the sun ~

13 Monday May 2013

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when summer rains
are drifted
further than the moor –
into the place
where night
grows shorter still

into a favored lullaby
passion pleads replay –
silent notes
are written
as balms to yesterday

purple blue horizons
are feathered
past our stead –
as early now the autumn
twilight glows

against the torch forgotten
– a starting over come
wings to paint in lilac
o’er the sun

souvenirs of living
stories catch the breeze –
as daylight glistens softly
on the lawn

angels dance
atop the bloom –
winter kisses swarm
pouring light into us
– shine the ways
to home

. . .

coming back to go ~

09 Thursday May 2013

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traces
have been noticed
by those who strayed behind
letters wrote –
reminders to the day
laurel spilling over
one more spring
is passed
petals almost bloomed
to fade away

of time
I have no mem’ry
of the coming back to go –
roads I walked
and some I stayed
the night
curved against a highway
warmed against the dark
miles between
the falling down
to dream

. . .

no place ~

08 Wednesday May 2013

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there are words
that have no place
like burning and the sun
like autumn and the day where leaves
still scatter
that place
tho far away
is not so very far
where wide awake
the best of the dreams are real
where love is all
but hurts no less
sadness eased by wonder
and held as near
as when the ink was freshly
left to page
when leaves were green
the sun
was in your eyes

. . .

purple ink ~

08 Wednesday May 2013

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to wander once again
to my beloved
Shangri-La
where memories
of a voyage are still sketched
within imaginary fields
of lavender orchids
notebook in hand
impatient this becoming –
to pinpoint sweet names on the map
places where I may calmly dream
of exile months
between poet and muse
places to wander desolate paths
to collect
all the beauty
that will heal my soul
of its earthly temptations
at last
showing my ghosts
that purple ink
on faded pastel paper
is my own power
tethered by eyes and ears
to a world –
far beyond the heavens
and the words

. . .

patterns ~

07 Tuesday May 2013

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how fragile
our returning –
for time to cease to be
where sorrows
wash an ocean to the sea
patterns of remembrance –
where moments fell
between
love was ever meant
to be
this way

as shells
along an ancient path
some distance from the shore
broken as the sailor
wandered home
tiny bones –
as silver fins
are written to each leaf
stories of a journey
never known

. . .