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as one
a wave of ribbons
spooled cross
and down the valley ~
where there with open arms
my spirit danced
as quietly
where none could see ~
held with one to wonder
and swayed beneath
a canopy
of lace
knitted cap
of wren and wasp
layers thick with mayfly
crisp the folding up
to fall in prayer
as soon
by daylight entered
to nurse beneath the rafters
for one more dream
another time to love
fancy this
the reasons come ~
in silence of remembrance
of who I was ~
and what was meant to be
amazed for roads
these hands to carve ~
as poems never written
were stitched into
the highest bough ~
were heaven there to hold
still
within this moment
light surrenders living ~
and breath is broken
somewhere
out beyond ~
the lean into
uncertainty ~
as loosed these fragile fallings
leaves are counting
yesterdays
again
…
I realize I am at times too open, and too free and too (too)…. I am quick to disregard love with ten thousand rules as being love at all. I love too much and too deeply and, yes, that means that there are times when I step on toes without meaning to. I sometimes forget that not everyone is the same ~ and certainly most do not see things (especially love) as I do.
Take me down
tornadoday 