breath and mars ~

18 Friday May 2012

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Heaven
the place you were going
without ever knowing –
of paths come between.
Stood here
for years alone
ten thousand miles from home.
I was waiting this
time to return.

Easy
when came to believing
of times you were leaving
whispers to my soul.
When gave
your song away
so much I couldn’t say
you needed to hear –
promise to be.

Always
a dream you talked about
before your time ran out
with flowers in hand.
Trusting the noonday sun
with things we might have done
had the world been ours –
will to become.

Golden
fingers of summer heat
puddle around our feet –
a blanket to share.
Communion
with passing stars –
nothing but breath and mars.
Words I heard you say
I’ll never know.

Sunset
glows in the evening rain
twilight her sweet refrain
of just holding on.
Whatever waits me now
as lifetimes we allow.
My words entreating –
love me again.

connected ~

17 Thursday May 2012

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everything
is changed
nothing meant
to be the same
tho I wished it still
for once
til I could take it in
was a picture that I framed
held the shutter
for too long

where was the light
I waited for
what became of this
the other night
was left before
these robins were not stationed
on the roof
a dove or two
I noticed them
but never did they whine
not even when she lost him
(the mystery forgot)
she couldn’t cry
couldn’t share with me her pain

still there she was
a shadow of his life

but the robins
how they boast
of every treasure that they find
a breath of fur
a strand of silk
tinsel for the nest
no one can build the same
busy there beneath the edge
where shingle meets with shade
the children lost
the baby fell beyond the
lowest branch

how was I to know
when the weeds were tall
and looking until dark
strained against the weakest
of the summer snares
were others there
but what had changed
where was change intended
I want the one
where is the one
the baby of the babes
the longing one
of these
the last to fly

let’s sit the night
I’ll burn out every bulb
along the path
raise the lantern up
and melt each candle into wood
we’ll find the one
was leaving

forgot to let you go

afternoon flame ~

17 Thursday May 2012

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imagined you there
the last of October
measured in fractals of rich nectarine

sunlit by more
than change of expression –
some far away notion
of hands needing hands
lighter than leaves
softly were crashing
to the season (forever)
of us

(spinning)

Vikings thrust into battle
they never could see
wouldn’t know us from them
and there in the shimmering
afternoon flame
particles split from
another (we were)
destined for this
repetition

come back (we dared)
come back to us now
we did

I’m sure you’ll remember
how nothing was spared
to places we’d kept –
and melted from trees
maple and lace
slowed (just a bit)
by our passing

a lifetime there
when I closed my eyes
not surprised
to find you
(were watching)

home ~

16 Wednesday May 2012

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last I knew
the path grown over –
trees I loved were bending low
vine and cup with
secrets whispered –
of where we passed here
once ago

hands the same
though smaller somehow
tortured bark as web to ring –
learned of these
the lowly falling
more than colors died
for spring

come the passion now
for harvest
spare these ears
your lonesome knell
fill me up with sunlight
scattered –
ground to love
my feet so well

passed as years
through vein and valley –
crossed to crest
before the snow
hung a shade
of scarlet ribbon –
lifted there the skies
below

lark and lily –
worse for wearing
patient teachers (tears to dry)
eyes beseech
the naked branches
faith remains –
to wonder why

(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.

beholding to the sun ~

15 Tuesday May 2012

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evening comes so quickly
anymore my body aches –
remembers back
another time
I danced

never knew to this –
a nested dove
crooning through the night –
with promise of one more
that I might rise

returning as another child –
asking not for more
than ages fell
as leaves to kiss the ground –
are memories made less by life –
a name I never wore
secrets blown to places
you can’t see

pieces of a puzzle
once I wondered how they fit
why I came
and where you are today

when longing counts
as seasons lost –
without one more goodbye
shadows sprawl beneath
my favored oak –

dew to roust the daisies
from their slumber –
moments there
they’ve tried to leave
but as I am
they are –

slow to rise
beholding to the sun

northern star ~

14 Monday May 2012

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I was the bud
before the blossom
the strength within the seed
a vision there of meadows in the sun
swirling cups of red and gold
perfume of a kingdom
dancing spires of swans
before the lake

I was breath
before the being
spirit of the song
was music played –
so seldom could you hear
my orchestra of lullabies
the breeze between the storms
the bending birch
as lowly fell to prayer
before amen

I was light
before the daybreak –
a flame to torch the dark
a candle somewhere burned
to guide you home –
atop the hill
beyond the veil –
wherever you were lost
forgotten now the reason
you were gone

I was rain
before the waters rose –
a thirst before the drink
tides beneath an ocean
where you sank –
when left alone
without the truth –
to be your northern star –
I was the map
within your hand
you couldn’t read

I was a voice
before you noticed –
remembered to your dreams
a rhythm much the same
to match your stride –
a pendulum of promise
returning love to life –
I was the place
where you were going –
before you knew
my light

answers I’ve forgotten ~

14 Monday May 2012

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Whenever this –
a time for asking
the wonder comes again
as dreams are cast
in seeking truth
I know –

for what was meant
returning now
the reason I must stay
to clear the path
I walked along
as me –
another day

beside
this last tomorrow
forgiveness almost won
no more than life
a choice to love again –
for answers
I’ve forgotten –
questions mark my way
a glance behind
for where I passed
I know –
but I can’t say

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

candlesigh ~

11 Friday May 2012

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days til then
and thought we’d made it
when fate caught us asleep
pitching tents
and chasing wings (of flame)
never thought to think
I’d trade forever –
just to hold your hand
in the light before the nightbird gave
a story worth the telling
babies came –
and winter wore our names

while there the golden
wheat we gathered
burned the forest down
I wonder –
now I wander back
and there’s nothing here
but home

mason jars
and homemade whiskey
pewter dim and silver barns
rust beneath the want for something
straw the pale of evening sun
Kentucky blue
begun – to close my eyes
succumb to wishes
give them all another chance (to fly)
let me love
in fields of clover –
let me die in fields of flight

give to verse
this dreamer (dreaming)
poem writ of moving on
seas returned – the lowly sailor –
backward here into the dawn

was set adrift
on oars of maple
pinned aloft the noble bride
set a course for warmer waters
but kept a place (for me) aside
written here – a tattooed letter
button birds and woodsong shame
lacey lace
in cardboard boxes
sheets to never fit the same

proof of heaven
a moment glistens –
forever waits the night (I hold)
touch the locket
and claim the promise –
cools the skin
that hides the soul