remembered to me ~

01 Thursday Aug 2013

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hold my soul
as one of longing
forgiven more than grace
divine –
will trust the darkness
fold you sweetly
into the heart
you hold of mine

take my hands
to know my sorrows –
martyred verse
unclaimed by word
one more time
will faith be tested
for prayers to listen
undisturbed

hold my heart
beneath the covers
warm to every place I know
there you are
begin –
just ending –
silence falls as rain
to snow

. . .

home to you ~

28 Sunday Jul 2013

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how can I know
of words begin
pretending there be more
would change the past
and clear the page
of verses writ
before

spoke aloud
and screamed sometimes
when longing takes me far
much further now
the silver shines
unbested by the dark
a dip into the wishing well
and things one time
I knew
would light the way
as I have come –
a stranger –
home to you

the journey of becoming
in fated black and white
a jaded note
I found somewhere
was passed to you tonight
do you know
the way they worry
the things they say sometimes
of ways I feel
I’ve found my way
into your every rhyme

held against
your darkest ink
tied to words unsaid
remember me
the way we were
the way I loved instead
of this I am
tho far it seems
for truth the poet yearns
retelling our begining –
another love
to learn

. . .

covenant ~

26 Friday Jul 2013

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within the reborn
dust of earth –
within these gentle grasses
whispers hide
as secrets gathered all
life begins
anew I find –
most every day awakens
to take my breath
before the evening call

verses read
to soothe the soul –
while memory – her mother
lies awake the night
to hear us breathe
quiet as the covenant
was made
before this passing
prayers are lost
– and still to love
we cleave

. . .

wish into word ~

24 Wednesday Jul 2013

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here
and I listen
speak and so slowly
the dark pulls away from the night
a prisoner stirs
from secrets well kept
and leans her way
into light

forgiven
to being
forgotten allegiance
even now –
my whispers are heard
in places kept safe
by coming and going
– scattered as wish
into word

stay my communion
as one shade of summer
skylight confessions
I make
flush with the shadow
of all night returning
– will love find my arms
when thought
stirs awake

. . .

white ~

23 Tuesday Jul 2013

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lullabies seldom
we tether by word
just a feeling
of wanting
with not much to say
tiny white stitches
hold us
together –
feathers to fly us
away

will I
sometimes
be remembered
as spring
as blushing to laurel
the ways we became
in joyful surrender –
tell me again
of places you know
where stars
have no names

. . .

every might have been ~

22 Monday Jul 2013

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would e’er the truth be hidden
in hands I long to hold
or stories known
where ending –
love begins
swept along on destinies
found our way to home –
light is folded passion
to the skin

would e’er I choose
these aches to still –
to free this sacred vow
to gather now
with will to lose the same
as blossom without berries
blackbirds sweep the sun
winds resound –
but they don’t know
my name

would e’er there be
arms so wide
would hold eternity –
or count the times returning
for a kiss
would suffer
every might have been
for one more letting go
love is come from moments
sorely missed

. . .

this time ~

20 Saturday Jul 2013

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of reasons why
and there the answers –
for time (this time)
to contemplate
the welcome wrap
of all we wanted –
destinies
remit to fate

who knows how
and I won’t tell them
you were here
tho still you are –
restless
as a nightbird calling
come – I’ve left
the door ajar

let me share
this everafter –
bring the blankets
– leave the bed
I’ll be waiting
wrapped in silence –
find me where
the stars are spread

. . .

never change ~

19 Friday Jul 2013

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of ache –
I’ve no memory
but for love remaining still
beyond this night
what sorrows shall persist
as shadows on the coming back
of all I know is true –
life is more than
names we wore –
tis moments known
of bliss

living goes
the ways of death –
tho some things never change
the autumn night
weaves flannel
on my heart
spring is written
every place –
my feet are turning green
as dandelions blowing
in the yard

were heaven need
of time or place –
I knew of you this way
where passions still –
a touch would bring me ’round
across the great dividing
beyond the evening
storm –
awaiting me
a moment to be
found

. . .

tapestry ~

16 Tuesday Jul 2013

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here am I
remembering –
resorting now to dreams
a place the same as dew
upon the lawn
the same as mourning wakers
stretched beneath the sun
leaning into life
(don’t make me stop)
for fear of all the others –
I was meant as I was come
to find forever
waiting with the dawn
silently to gather
a weave of distant skies
– my tapestry
was once a wish
upon

. . .

summer sense ~

08 Monday Jul 2013

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eighteen miles
from where I first
gave to love
a name –
I lay my burdens
down here
by the fence
wrapped in yellow flowers
a favored cotton gown
was painted up the same
as summer sense

pushed apart
by two and fro –
‘tween the rusty briar
of captive wheat
to wishing fell away
took a chance
on leaving –
of every place we wanted
to lay us down
(to find us lost)
this way

silver morning
slppers –
such a simple treasure
of questions meant
for this –
for answers known
wrapped in yellow sheeting
kept us here much longer
than harvest moons
to carry –
winter home