souls to carry ~

beyond the reach
of worry –
the muddy feet of dreams –
sunlight paints the floor
and junebugs cry
while racing thru
the kitchen
a river golden green
mistaken me for windows
opening

to make a song
of summer
glories into vine
purple dress as gypsies wore
in circles dancing round
holding hands
together
telling lies

of dearest me
in letters bound –
by scarlet ribbon fate
a fortune left in dishes
cardboard home
beside the ghost
of wishes –
last year’s Christmas tree
soiled linen graces
neath the sink

someone meant
to warn me –
someone said of luck
the crickets sing
of broken hearts too much
one more sun
than I could think
of reasons not to go
when all the windows
open
to the night

. . .

talk to me ~

01 Tuesday Jul 2014

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there’s more
I can’t tell you
of thought in search of word
– of all I feel
so much is never heard
except for in the tender
of fingers
to your skin

a shudder of surrender
to a sigh

of love
there is a language
your eyes –
they speak so well
of mysteries
no tongue can ever tell
a whisper of remember me
is music to my soul –

a coming back
tho not so far
from home

it seems
within your story
I’ve found a bit of mine
a place within your spaces
so divine
some faraway permission
to hold you just
this way

to lie awake and wonder
why you stay

so long
it doesn’t matter
what words the poet used
how long the night
in silence
held the dew
these hands shall
keep your secrets –
this heart
a solace be –

words where none
are needed
– talk to me

. . .

something less ~

30 Monday Jun 2014

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spare me not
for something here
something less than love
– could not another
hold me
quite the same

as poetry inspired
by the falling thru of plans
forgotten as the promise
– the taste
that is your name

where and when
the heart is known –
tis for a sweeter truth
the silent hiss
of longing pressed
to flame

. . .

the window of your tears ~

27 Friday Jun 2014

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what essence
have I left behind
to places here I love
don’t think me gone
– don’t think
you are alone

how could you know
of something more
than moments yet to grieve
a heart designed
to hold the love I leave

will hear the faintest echo
of laughter
such as mine
through the trees
a buzzing like the bees

a ripple on the water
flowing gently to your shore
as daylight
thru the window
of your tears

o don’t think me gone
when all I love
is here

in ways
you will remember
every whisper of your name
a presence just beyond
the reach
of dreams

these arms
were meant to hold you –
even now
they warm you so
don’t think me gone
– love won’t
let you go

. . .

In memoriam ~
James Houston Thomas
June 25, 2014

the way we fit ~

26 Thursday Jun 2014

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when morning wakes
I dare my soul
to speak aloud of places
– of somewhere
I been going for a while

on roads
no one would notice me
as barely getting by –
footprints melt the same
without the snow

without the only map I have
for leaving –
I’ve forgotten
the way we fit
when everything made sense

except for how
the roses grew
from april thru december
with silver horns
and petals known
to stain
the window seal

signs
I never thought to read
foretold another future
moths are busy
knitting
winter sheets –

keep my sleep from knowing
where you’ve gone

. . .

returned as stars ~

25 Wednesday Jun 2014

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where began
my way to blossom –
was once a light
the darkness braved
but for the hope
of my surrender –
fell across the night
to save

these lowly tears
are sweet permission
fill the bath
to coming home
a soul returned
as stars to wander
backwards unto bliss –
my own

. . .

dreams of before ~

20 Friday Jun 2014

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twilight
and one more
destiny filled
by the red crimson glow
of a place by the hearth
warmed me the same
as another
I wandered
to forget all I knew
I had known

like the sweet sons
and fathers
of every goodbye
so sure they were gathered
somewhere
lessons for others
lay side by side
asleep now in dreams
of before

delicate chords
to silence lay claim
betrayal of truth written here
as anything less
than a sacred I will
as lips tasting still
every sigh –
every tear

ages to pass
as moments of treasure –
and who will be left
still to know
the way the sun
perched on the edge
of forever
held by a breath
letting go

. . .