waited ~

09 Tuesday Apr 2013

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purple gauze
and great big plans
incense burning hotter –
for ways into the past
we’d never come

sworn to meet
though who knows how
or when the time
for leaving
the universe
remembered us
this way

leaning long
outside the door
offering surrender
I fall again –
whene’er I say
your name

gypsy moth
is swimming
in echoes we’ve forgotten
light is balanced
soft against my sin

then as now
a moment here –
and how was I to ever
think another lost
was never gone

lie again
within my reach –
swirl in day old coffee
forever once
we waited –
another breath to come

. . .

come on rain ~

27 Wednesday Mar 2013

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of oceans
might you tell me
of shores I never found
holding there –
your last goodbye
to know

messages untangled
as notes
forgot to send
strains the moonlight
leaving
sands below

held against
your mercies
pardoned by your grace
prayed for some
where’er your tears
might fall

purged
of ancient rivers
rushing toward the sea
bathed in pools
of jasper –
winter squall

of timbers
other paths were crossed
with stories of regret
– passed along
as ships
without a sail

merchant chafed
as some suspect –
before the turning home
winds of fate
were destined
to prevail

the shallow dish
of wading pool –
glimmers bright your blue –
came the hottest august
to your kiss

memories reflecting
on a sweeter
somewhere now –
swords are melting
cool against
your mist

. .

folded ~

20 Wednesday Mar 2013

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fit to my story
your fondness for words
as tender the telling
another becomes
of where
we are now –
stilled in our knowing
the weight of the light
unburdened
by love

where on the map
show me the reasons
were crossed
as light made its way
to the black
grow me an orchard
seeded by passions –
already you know
(it shows in your smile)

where you go –
I am going
why you came –
I can’t say
but for means of the story
and chapters
retraced

by your breath
on my shoulder
where words are no use
winters made less
by ways –
I’m to wonder

of where
might the chapters
be written tonight
when flush to the willing
of one moment more –

your story is folded
(so sweet)
into mine

. . .

pages ~

19 Tuesday Mar 2013

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of pages
I was garnered
three or four –
surely there you read me
for the poetry
between –

lulled
while fingers lingered
mute along my spine
as tender pulled
each fragile verse
of mysteries
redeemed

longing writ
to margins undefiled
but for the eager heart
in searching
an unread destiny –
flesh and blood
the shade of indigo

. . .

captive ~

18 Monday Mar 2013

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sew me here
as silence
willing captive
to your sighs
bring into your breath
my willing flight

storied resurrection
of a long ago
reprieve
given words
where none
the heart shall leave

curs’ed moon
for chances took
prophecies foretold
secrets falling
– quiet
to the cold

press me
as forever
to the places
you begin
burst me as a bloom
beneath your skin

. . .

for the first time ~

17 Sunday Mar 2013

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beyond
our remembrance
is another retraced
as we wander from dreams
– a thought out of place

forgotten the reasons
to go
as we came –
through the dark
as a light
without presence
or name

beyond
this desire
to become as we will –
some faint recognition
of where we have been
keeps us here
in the moment
we listen – we love

we learn
and pour to the way
of our soul –
crumbs in the shape
of warm golden sands
a reminder
to remember
when we pass here again

to touch
for the first time
these sorrows so sweet
of moments –
but one
moment more

beyond
this beginning
another we know
is writ
to the chapters –
our story retold
in a living of choices
a chance pulled away

paths
where another
has been

shimmers in shadows
familiar somehow
– as the hum
of our silence
when slipped past
the night

. . .

survivors ~

11 Monday Mar 2013

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frosted
white of winter leaves
silence in the kitchen
where cluttered there with dishes
on the floor

survivors
of an evening past
how slow our recognition
of places held
before
the coffee spilt

splattered
to the ashes –
crystal cigarettes
are careful in their telling
of our lies

maybe
when the sun is poured
new across the vinyl –
we’ll wander here
to pick the pieces up

forgotten how it hurt
curses now gone colder –
tears have dried
beneath
the habit’s stain

. . .

where they fell ~

11 Monday Mar 2013

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were asked
I can’t remember
the colors of the day
or what I knew before
of what remains

was Tuesday
and the skies so blue
I can’t recall another
felt the same
when flush against
my soul

were moments
but a moment gone –
eternities decided
as fingers brushed
across a great
divide

planets moved
(or did they)
who can really say
where the stars awaited –
where they fell

forsaken by
the choice to be –
where one
the other started
taken as the vapor
into flame

were asked
I can’t remember
the color of the night
or what became
of where I left
my heart

. . .

places undecided ~

09 Saturday Mar 2013

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how is it
that you know me –
another shade of you
a softer voice
and they won’t sound
the same
choices of surrender
let me share
with you my ways
touch me as I know you will
was never not
always

becoming
this remembrance
of a time before our time
locks were pushed away
and curtains fell
rusted beds
and stories told
of places
undecided
as fit to one –
another was begun

woods and wind –
as verse repeating
carved our tears
to stone –
a memory of leaving
long ago
crushed beneath the centipede
waiting us the sun
immortal now
is teaching us
to know

. . .

places I knew better ~

08 Friday Mar 2013

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once i knew

before
and still
the truth becomes
another way I knew –
counted by the blossoms
I was seed
longer held
the coming back
for one more dream (or two)
paths have worn
as now my lonely bones

in memory
recall the cool
of places I knew better
the grace of summer storms
and winter rye
where bliss was only starting
weaved the vines
as one –
lines the same as leaves
across my hands

of ancients
they are stilled
beyond the purple crest
tho deep within her breast
the braver sleep
lives were come
and love endured –
or so they say
in leaving
burning back a flame
I dare not quench

starry nights
are all I know
of what remains forever –
threads are worn
tho not beyond repair
whispers cling
to autumn weeds
with will
for one more harvest

one more path
becoming –
long the ways
to home

. . .