whispers beginning to show ~

27 Friday Jul 2012

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more than this
will heaven remember ~
or some other night
I might live to see
buried in stars
a blanket pulled over
whispers beginning to show

of faraway nights
ancients of greece
and stories they weaved
with arrangements of light ~

while here in this now
I cling to your presence
a ribbon of kisses
~ a collarbone sigh ~
as fingers reclaim
constellations

beyond what is known
by Venus one day ~
Mars keeps a secret somewhere
of verses we scattered
to prisms of light
out past the place
where we love

learned again ~

27 Friday Jul 2012

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of that we knew
we’ve learned again
as difference made whole
passing as a thought
we strained to hear

as breath
against the branches
whispers test the breeze –
ashes float a torch
above the way

magic pools
reflection
of a long ago sunrise
testament of dreamer ~
to a king

honeybee and hornet
stretch to raise their canopy
of majesty made over
for the one who came to know
the world as one
surrendered to his sighs ~

innocence decided
by watchers on the wing
rakes the night
in search of words unsaid

answers written over
in the rush
to keep it all
another waits in silence ~
to question why we came

this time around ~

26 Thursday Jul 2012

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beyond these sparse
concessions –
hope concedes at last
the dream decided long ago –
is pardoned to the past

as every vow repeated
let me choose again for thee –
to know of love’s arrival
in the future made for me

tho hesitated as was meant
another rise to burn
a hand to hold against my heart
as sacred truths return

to learn of me
the ways I knew
as love (my will) to know
where I would be this time around –
returning love I owe

coming back ~

25 Wednesday Jul 2012

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within this veil
of consequence –
sorrows steal the light
as plastic roses
wilt the sun to grey
where tears can drown
the perfect sound –
of living come again
a place beside

reserved for us –
as for the dreamer prayed

and choirs are singing
gather me –
beyond the river wide
a life or two
by those to know
the shepherd comes again
to stand behind (to walk before)
the one with need
to fall

a sweeter sound
as music where there was
but one to hear –
as folded hands
return with truth for all

keeper of
these moments –
of unseen evidence
skies rolled back
(and who am I to see)
angels breaking bread
are congregating –

as others wait
the coming back with me

same as mine ~

23 Monday Jul 2012

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beyond the grace
of evening come –
and feather beds
to rest beneath the bone
lessons become layers
of our coming back to find
was all that we had wanted
what was yours –
the same as mine

as cool the sweetest
morning breeze –
into the place we know –
and there but for a moment
silence speaks
of paths resolved the distance
a promise once we made
to come the night
remembering
our home

Author’s Note: For those I hold close ~ who (this week)
have from this tired winter have flown ~ eternal is the spring they love.
Jerry, Andrew, Troy, and Marc

as we are ~

21 Saturday Jul 2012

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buy me a ring
to wear through the winter
when nights lean to cold –
some solace to be
would trade every vow
for an old woolen blanket
and a story you told
only me

build me a house
at the edge of the river –
a place where the muscadine grows
wild as the weeds twisted about us –
nightbirds and wishes
returning to home

read me the poem
you wrote me that summer
when first came to seek
a lesson in rhyme
tease me with comforts
I might have resisted
had verses been all
you gave
of your time

share me the night
of hunters and halos –
guard me a place
untouched by the stars
remind me to breathe
without thought to surrender
of where we are going –
the same as we are

carve me a song
from maple and cypress –
chisel each note to my skin
rock me away
on the tide of a whisper
and dream me
to heaven (to heaven)
again

across forever ~

20 Friday Jul 2012

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hiding
in the wonder
longing comes reluctant
to the dawn –
and where we were
it seems the sun has faded
but still I can recall
each tenderness –
miracle of memory
when stretched a tighter cord
has reached across forever

I am here
with presence knit
safe beneath my skin
to know before this knowing
how twilight filled your eyes
and I was rocked to sleep
no different then
made sweeter for the moments
passed between

for this return –
as waiting took so long
tis not the same for me
without you near
tho in this breath – I keep you
ten thousand other names
yet none I wear

and here again
am I
to confess my last sunrise
warmth endures – another place
where shadows gather still
to speak aloud –
of love before we knew

rivers dry beneath
the noonday sun –
twilight brings remembrance
of your eyes

worn apart ~

19 Thursday Jul 2012

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when the day is drifted
further than I thought I could
be caught –
and I swear I hear forever
come the door –
some wolf disguised as miracle
but I won’t let him in –
even though but for a while
I thought I might

step beyond the comfort
of the way I’ve learned to be
and languish for a lifetime
in your arms –
but knowing still
the howling was not your ache
at all –
though somewhere else
your longing answers me

to know of this
another time –
another place we’re known
as gods to lean against familiar skies
to sit within a feeling
telling stories of the end –
and who was there to catch us –
let me catch you now again

before the strike
when moonlight flashes
memory on the pines
I’ll listen for the sigh
would bring you here –
but for now
the coffee’s colder
and circles ring the wood
morning’s bound to wake
before I dream

habits worn apart –
are fit together somewhere
I wait the night
and strain to hear my name