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meant for more ~

03 Thursday May 2012

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the last we were
a stain of glass
patchwork prisms overhead
songbirds swimming through the wood –
boughs to cedar blankets spread
as burst to breath of early bloom
red and yellow
blue and bright –
I held you close
before the sun –
touch made softer by the light

how it was (I never knew
for certain) you were meant for more
than destiny
I’d found myself
in places come as love before
I was new (as you were old)
sixteen rings around the tree
lacey edges fit just so
to guard our paradise of dreams

might I
to fate –
as then (was now)
recall the magic of your name
when spoke aloud
into the night –
would bring me back
the way we came

the last we were
a stain of glass
patchwork prisms overhead

unlikely ~

02 Wednesday May 2012

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would I wait
beneath the falls
that separate these worlds I know –
forgotten to the summers
we were spring
forsaken for a lifetime
the way the water moved –
the sound of laughter
bare feet on the path

remembered not the reason
for promised come again –
names have shifted
granite worn away –
forgotten was the life
I swore to never leave behind
a hand within my hand
I let to fall

unlikely as the first snowflake
blown to mid-July
as autumn grasses gathered
to the sea
returning now
if only for a moment –
you were come
into this place
again (remember me)

e’er breath return
with only one condition –

crazy –
how it happens (still)
a moment so familiar –
the taste that was a name
becomes a sigh

inheritance ~

30 Monday Apr 2012

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for sure
I’ve been around a bit
not much I haven’t seen
I’ve watched as rivers
rolled to flood –
and crushed the land between
I’ve seen them pass
and heard them speak –
there’s sorrow here for sale
peaches sold by basket –
and berries by the pail

my favorite jeans
are twelve years old –
my softest scarf – eighteen
there’s perfume on my dresser
– older still than me
a passion
that my granny cursed
wrung her hands to old
a walking stick
my grandpa carved –
permission to let go

there’s a coffee cup
I value most
the color of the sea –
was cracked the day that I was born
and saved at once for me

of satin sheets I never use –
and cotton ones worn through
dried to sun
beneath the lines
no other place would do
for sharing lives
and speaking minds –
curs-ed fate of men
spoke of pies
and nursery rhyme
til twilight fell again

long nights
on a crooked porch
tunes I know by heart
fingers press the strings
that were his voice

just beyond
the front gate –
there’s music I can hear
something moves
forever knew
a welcome waited here
to greet the past – to hold the cup
was raised another day
I say the same
I love you –
each time I kneel
to pray

on ailing floors
a crystal glass –
and none of this is mine
inheritance of loving
moves silent
through the pines

white (imperfect) ~

30 Monday Apr 2012

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the rosebush
planted by the creek
has flourished on its own –
from where we were
I’ve wandered back
across the years alone –

to wait for you
(I knew you’d come)
how sweet
these ties (to bind)
~ a field
of budding clover
a place untouched by time

tho I won’t tell –
I will not trade
let the truth go down with me
til I am buried
white (imperfect)
beneath the evergreens

again to writhe –
in slumber’s lair
uncertain what life means
e’er silence
taint my eager lips
and roses steal
my dreams

and I will go ~

27 Friday Apr 2012

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morning
and the earth is new
come with me
beyond the still –
the old path worn down
two apart
and side by side
lined with cedars
and swells of autumn lust
the glistening lake
take me there
fill me with sunshine
laugh and I’ll remember
this (and nothing less)
our words will fade
into the trees
kiss every tower
with brittle pines and
budding cones
skim the paddles
row by row
ripples wash
across scales of silver
to your waiting smile

mine is the memory
when you turn
an open hand,
to let me hold it,
and the silence knows
I will

moksha ~

26 Thursday Apr 2012

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so fine the pattern
weaved beneath the heavens
(what I know)
is sometimes tempered
by what I’ve chosen
(there to see…)
denying every proof
(was proof required…)
echoes might have been
the mountain falling
(though even now, I swear…
I hear a robin sing)…

what mantra I remember
was it just a name (I’d spoke before)
or only in the place
(my mind perceives)…
when kissed your hands…
and took your breath (in mine)…
was providence succumb
to nothing more than moments (clear)
forever gone
(before forever knew)…

I’ve said before
love remains in what we choose (to keep…)
would I choose to be a dreamer…
seeing poppies
bloom from stones
(or symphonies of light
within your smile)….

I’ve wondered (as I do)…
and wandered (more because)
between reality and somewhere
(else) created…

I used to know
the sound of maples
(before the turning red…
before a branch was broke…
(the forest burns)…
I blused beneath the secret
of the oldest sycamore
(cicadas stormed across a willing sky)…

of every sign
(lightning bugs have gone for good)…
how much the weight (a whisper)
for a sigh…….

I knew the reasons then…
(and still I love)
the warmth of autumn
(holding in December)…
what silence said
no words could guarantee…

I knew the way to you…
(and I was me)

divinity
a moment (manifesting)…
tears of joy
(could have been the rain)…

silver window ~

22 Sunday Apr 2012

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is it true
I’ve heard them saying
that the sun
is in the moon
her reflection burning brightly
moves his silver heart
to swoon
his regret –
for space uncharted
hours passed
while she in dreams
thinks of him beyond the sunset
hearts forget the night
between

for the chill
that was november
now her days are moved
to shade –
where before she lounged in twilight
now against her – stars are laid
onto a blanket
might he warm her
with a wish he kept aside
might she rise
the night before him –
sweetest shore to meet
his tides

crimson red
and blue vermilion
silver window
frames the dark

remembering to see ~

20 Friday Apr 2012

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crossed I once
an empty cavern
before the evening cold
and blue
but worried not
for where the path
might follow
would restless
bring me home to find another
captive as a wing
within my wish

trace me not
from memory
of this – and there I was
come as something sweet
when prayers were said
before the night
was pulled to shade
and murmurs passed
unheard
yellow swept
a cord beneath the lamp
where black the spinner
cursed the taste
of silk

shadows crouched
beneath the black
past wherein the light
was less
than I could walk
remembering
to see

a pleading in my bones ~

19 Thursday Apr 2012

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words have come
relentlessly –
as longing to embrace
as petals poised
to catch the first raindrop
as quiet seeks to fill
the place –
nothing (all) belong
music none can hear
(but still we sing)
of what life is –
I feel it
as a pleading in my bones
returning as a thought
to will me home
ink to keep
another place –
tho hands can hardly hold
the places I have seen
to lie beyond –
(behind)
in faded houses
trapped in papered walls –
silk to blade
the same as once we were
(yellow)
scarlet markers –
reaching yet for me
to lie beneath the gate
(in daffodils)