borrowed threads ~

27 Wednesday Nov 2013

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bowed against
a vow unspoken
hands are holding
(now I know)
where the path
was meant
to wander
sweet and golden
sure to home

somewhere
yet
they seek
permission –
tho granted
not for one (as I)
lives are weaved
of blissful
sorrow
borrowed
threads –
each sweet goodbye

who shall
want
for this reflection
breath to wait
the fading light
souls we saved
ten thousand (mattered)
are rushed
by faith
into the night

. . .

places I belong ~

27 Wednesday Nov 2013

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before
and still
I have as then
a reason
to remember
the winds are calling
– even now
I rise

to watch
a wave of feathers
course a southern moon
a sea of countless
graces
for my eyes

closing now
where silent sits
in dusted rafters
– soul
gathers unto places
I belong

heart
of one
I know as more
time shall ne’er erase
the music
of becoming –
sacred
song

. . .

easing into destinies ~

26 Tuesday Nov 2013

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what story
mine
the way recalls
a distant
almost sun
with rite to burn
– falling leaves
of flame

upon the path
of conciousness
through this ache
restored –
dreams where
none were known
to be the same

easing
into destinies
of where
the blossom sleeps
love returns
a memory
by name

. . .

graces ~

25 Monday Nov 2013

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of graces
I am grateful
blessings
overflowed
to fill the page
to fill my years
below

of sorrows
not so many
much more their joy
to find
when name by name
I call to them
divine

lowly
my transgressions
my forgiveness
bartered none
for paths
already grieving
every one

summer lace
and winter sighs
shall hold of me
the light
of graces
I am grateful
for this night

. . .

songs of home ~

24 Sunday Nov 2013

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how quietly
the noreast winds
wrestle with the pines
whispering
of southern shores
and sea
secrets passed
from one
the other
how was where
and why
the truth is held
in silent reverie

against the boughs
beneath the strain
of seasons
gone before
tho not a one
can tell the story
all
from pieces
held together
by the memory
of wind –
hymns we brushed
against the bark
will echo
past
the fall

. . .

nights without a name ~

23 Saturday Nov 2013

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there
beyond the reach
of light
the reason
I was come
across a sea of stars
into your arms

remembering
some other life –
nights without a name
constellations
rose
from kindred
flame

from words
denied their sound
echoes
from the veil
– another place
where I shall
know you
well

. . .

bidding ~

23 Saturday Nov 2013

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. . .

embers glow
reminders
of the place
where yesterday
a fire burned
passions roared
bidding us to stay

I wish I had
another –
yet another waits
me still
beyond the rise
of blue
into the wake
of always
will

. . .

chance of rain ~

22 Friday Nov 2013

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last
the chance of rain
was rising
somewhere east
the dark storm cloud
held the hope
of cold and something
part for us –
the taking of

the stir
of chill
beneath the fire –
the breath of warmth
before the wind
drops of faith
beyond the window
folding close –
not near enough

. . .

line by tender line ~

18 Monday Nov 2013

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scatter me
these telltale leaves
beyond the wish of spring
beyond the fate
where winter
hides his young
memorized
my mysteries –
line by tender line
read me back
to places
I’m become

the way you knew
of worlds before
skies are pearling grey
evermore to dream
of journeys crossed
echoes swim
on silver wings
high above this prize
heaven falls
and worries not
our loss

. . .

faraway ~

15 Friday Nov 2013

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another time
when ashes fell
oceans blue
with splendor
left upon the shores
a wintergreen
messages
were never meant
this faraway to travel
promise rose
above
the smallest dream

graces come
and graces mine
within the still
of sorrow
are counted down
and back o’er ways
I came
further than
remembered me –
songs I used to wear
blossoms born
of longing –
sweeter
flame

. . .