where are you
when I am here
waiting your
forever
your lips
a warm embrace
around my tongue
your heat
my senses tarry
through the night
a blissful dawn
wrapped in moments
memory
has won
. . .
when I am here ~
30 Friday Oct 2020
Tag Archives: presence
the realm of us ~
29 Friday May 2020
Posted in Poetry, spirituality
Tags
breath, closer than the stars, destiny, eternity, fate, life, light, love, memory, presence, writing in the dark
from silence
came a mountain
a memory
from one touch
a lifeline
stretched the dark
to wake us up
a song
we know the words
by heart
though never knew
their taste
a breath we held –
an eternity
in trade
from the life
we might have waited
comes another
without pause –
for all we were
before we came
into the realm
of us
. . .
but this ~
27 Friday Jul 2018
Posted in Poetry, spirituality
Tags
gathered, knowing, life, love, memory, moments where eternity lives, presence, safe, spirit, time, truth
might you break
against my willingness
to take of all you need –
while I shudder
beneath your thunder
at my shores
when awakened
by a kiss
shed no tears
for lifetimes missed –
for mornings
just as fair –
moments left behind
somewhere
while the storm
lays waste
our memories –
of everything
but this
. . .
proprietary weakness ~
21 Thursday Jun 2018
Posted in Poetry, Storytelling
Tags
age, blessings, constellations, dreams, life, love, memories, presence, seasons, spirit, stars, time, wishes
I remember well
the season –
mercury and venus
a watchful moon
still takes my breath away
counting time by wishes
made for one another
whispers
folded round us –
stay
I’ve reached the age
where years no longer matter –
fissures to a dream
another page
moments I remember
a proprietary weakness –
I pass the field
we loved in
every day
. . .
nothing quite so simple ~
24 Saturday Mar 2018
Tags
faith, growth, guardian, journey, life, love, more, mystery, presence, promise, seeing in the dark, seeker, spirit, the way, understanding, wanderer
for every you
encountered
upon this mortal plain –
some other me
was buried on the way
another vow
though misconstrued
of when or why
we came
seeking something more
to understand
though nothing quite so simple –
nothing we can prove
to those who swear allegiance
to everything
we knew
. . .
hung over ~
31 Wednesday Jan 2018
I am the color
of rain
when the rainbow declares –
a bright stripe
of red
to the blue
I am a chorus
of blue jays
brushed into flight –
when life
gives us all
we aspired
I am the taste
of October –
sun on your lips
a place to pull over
when miles
are worn down
I am morning
hung over
the cool breath
of night –
when pulled by the moon
into verse
. . .
here was last ~
17 Friday Nov 2017
whereabouts
and red Novembers
scarlet cups
where heaven hides
in open hands
green and hungry
raining sheets
of memory
I’ll be home
wait the morning –
dim with ease
the winter lights
above the door
where boards are twisted
where here
was last
I held your breath
. . .
Q ~
30 Thursday Apr 2015
Posted in Poetry
Tags
always, beauty, blessings, bliss, eternity, friendship, grief, joy, life, love, presence, Q, spirit, Susan Q. Fults, truth
in the gracious greys
of just before
sunlight spills the dawn
darkness pulls
his tender heart
to mine
silence rings
with angels
rafters bend and sway
heaven wanders
not so far –
not so far away
from evermore returning
words without a sound
to grieve ten thousand
mornings
with a sigh
love is but a moment
of light before
the dawn
a dream denied
the safety
of the night
Author’s Note: As the result of an ectopic pregnancy in 1984 , she required
a blood transfusion. It saved her life, but took something in return.
Testing wasn’t the norm, and she contracted Hepatitis C. It would
not relent, and claimed permanence via liver cancer in 2012. This weekend,
hospice was called in.
She waits, and those who love her pray for a miracle. And yet,
already she is one. For Q with love always.
. . .
forgotten to be ~
11 Wednesday Jun 2014
Posted in Poetry, Storytelling
Tags
bliss, connection, conscious consciousness, faith, family, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, living, love, memory, missing, old maps, passion, presence, reason, relationship, restless, spirit, strength, understanding, value, woman
of places
they know you –
I so rarely go
for fear
they might mention
your name
and stand around
talking –
while dinner gets cold
lulled by the fusion
of luna to flame
by fate’s
intervention –
the illusion of time
– and clothes I don’t wear
anymore
dreams
are made less
by the way they must sound
when told by another
we knew
from before
when nights
glowed fluorescent
with stardust as dew
a faraway presence –
of light
shining through
will see me in ways
I’ve forgotten to be –
held by a smile
on its way back
to you
. . .
heavens I have known ~
27 Saturday Jul 2013
Posted in Poetry
Tags
becoming, bliss, connection, dreams, faith, family, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, life, love, meditation, nature, old maps, passion, presence, reason, silence, solitude, spirit, spirituality, still, truth, wandering, wisdom
of solitude
no worse for grace
alone is not so very
as stars to swear
allegiance to the soul
gathered breath into the wake
of one more everafter
I shall live
in heavens I have known
find me near
the water’s edge
beneath a pink umbrella
swept along with dreams
the wait becomes
past the turn in churning
one more tender take
spring is fell
and love is just begun
. . .
