sunset ~

19 Saturday May 2012

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he saved for her the sunset
he’d been painting
(all his life)
as crimson bled to orange
purple green –
a lover’s rite
reflections of the day
he found her standing
near the shore

held her (without speaking)
brushed a dress
of finest oil
silken sable gold
steady made her curls
to steal his pride
she came to him
each night as was created
other worlds –
beneath the canvas
(life beyond this one)

he heard the shutters heave
the rafters roar
calmed again the artist’s storm
he found the solace (her)
meadow green
with silver shoes
and palest pink (her stutter)

took his breath
and held him close
in pools of cocoa bean

he knew her
every (blush of) imperfection
had painted her in places
(always new)
this world of his
much larger now –
twilight dreams confessing
oil come to life in midnight hues

where sunset fell
in shadows (she is waiting)
evermore –
brushed against his memory
sapphire blue

yours for me ~

18 Friday May 2012

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til I am no more
than a place that knew the wind
a tangled bit of hair
weaved across the ground
til I am melted with the winter
into what would be the sea
a glacier of ten thousand
patient mornings
rocked as one
upon the wave
– kept me sleeping
in my bed

how many nights
how many lives ago
til I am bloomed –
orchid from a vine of honey dew
and laid apart on silks
of silver queen –
walked along a meadow
between these fated points
where one was found
waiting for another

long enough
where silently
the breath of two became
a source of light
til I am nothing more
than one whose hands
were prone to write
a sceptor without word
to promise made when I am come
in wishes of surrender –
let then my name be yours
and yours for me

a place denied of judgment
a path erased from stone
where long ago returns –
a single breath
til all that’s left of me
is left of you

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.

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)

cedar creek ~

17 Thursday May 2012

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there was a time I knew
and a time that fell before
some scattered unfamiliar
in the midst of truth
a moment when I lingered
stepped from darkness
into light –

moved my bed
much closer to the window
gave my life to something
greater than the pieces I’ve become
pieces here
at last now fit together
were just waiting this –
their purpose
to make sense

pages without numbers
ribbons without red
numbers counted backwards
each death the same
was waiting an epiphany
a solitude revival

for the tent to raise
the choir to sing me home

powdered assurance ~

16 Wednesday May 2012

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marry me now
while the cookies are baking
could be we’ll elope
and the house
will burn down
they’ll find us in cardboard
cream cheese and sprinkles
a recipe made
from love long ago

and sifted so sweetly
these candies and karma
begged you to stay
I’d do you up right
warm from the oven
and held to my longing
maple and sugar
in the shape
of my heart

powdered assurance
wax paper lining
somewhere they wait
with tongues
ill prepared
for what might be offered
of essence done over
a memory of heaven –
a kitchen
glowed bright

chocolate and butter
dropped by the spoonful
tied with a string
as love to bestow
stolen the taste
was a kiss unintended
counters uncluttered
with ribbon and dough

marry me now
while the cookies are baking
could be
we’ll elope
and the house
will burn down

(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.

winds to carry me ~

15 Tuesday May 2012

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the rain falls gentle now
though still the thunder threatens
and blackest night
is framed in light somehow

remembering a moment passed
when all the world was still
birds were gathered silent
on the line –

their quiet so consuming
there was something surely come
when first a breeze
ran coursing through
the pines –

as heads were turned
and hearts were stopped –
the sky
a swirling flame
my hair was blowing (arrows)
til I was almost blind

but in that space
of nothingness –
uncertainty of signs
a voice was heard so clear
and I was saved
another time –

for another day –
another moment’s grace
when the winds will come
to steal my breath
away

forget me again ~

14 Monday May 2012

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we found the way
tho surely meant
we couldn’t keep the traces –
would scarce recall
breath without a seed

we’d come in search
of where the petals warmed
(beneath the drifting)
of where the dogwood pink
was lost a bloom or two
a twig or so –
another time
(forget) to know me now

we have no way –
no certain proof
of rhyme before this rhythm
a promise made
no measure ever kept –
confession made of sleepless nights
(the skies were younger then)
tears to show
where we were lost
in finding us (again)

there’s an ancient oak
by a crooked fence
making sense of waiting –
a place where destiny still reeks of smoke
a hidden patch of frozen time –
ablaze beneath the branches
where once we were alone
and nothing else

do you remember now the reasons
this choice to be again
to find the way –
with will to understand
why clouds still gather softly
above the deepest snow
a time we scarce recall –

the day we loved