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noonday ~

07 Friday Sep 2012

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save us
from the bitterness
comes as winter snow
pressed against the windowpanes
when nights are long
and cold

when holding back
means holding on
they warned us not to chance
would never be the same again
these lives of circumstance

the tell-tale sign
of autumn leaves
september claims the skies
a half an ounce of lonely
will drown you every time

when taking back
that goodbye kiss
there never should have been
distance passed
without a word
this silence to defend

silver threads
and thirteen moons
a key without a mate
held as truth a little while
these souvenirs of fate

you faced
the noonday sun
with wonder why you came
I was laughing
as the clouds rolled in –
and praying it would rain

when a moment stilled
eternity –
with memory of the fall
you were watching me
as I reached for you –
when nothing moved
at all

no mistaking of the promise
though left to wonder
when would be –
a goodbye kiss
for taking back
a date with destiny

untangled ~

04 Tuesday Sep 2012

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apart from everything she was
tis more she sits for dinner –
and stays with me
beyond the early show
sweaters born
the scent of moths –
and gems beyond the sparkle
combs that never knew
awaited there

along a stretch of cypress
polished by a wish –
and caught up in the magic
of her eyes –
a fleeting smile
a flash of grace
before the twilight faded
and trapped as she
within the mirrored glass

memories
much more than most –
crystal jars and perfume
shaded now
by aging faded grey
perfect pearls untangled
by the loss of one
the other
and wrapped beneath a net
of window’s wear

decades since we noticed
her words were almost gone
ink displaced by tears
and linen worn
a tragedy of letting be
the music of her voice –
so very few
are left to know
her song

cedar boxes
and old shiftrobes –
blankets more than winter
left beside the hopes
of yesterday
powdered white
the morning comes –
in traces of gardenia

brushed to gold
the weaver’s paradise

breath ~

02 Sunday Sep 2012

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as calm would wash
a weary world
with winds –
the weight of stone
or tears
the shape of ships
once rescued by the storm

as concious thought
to souls endeared
a place beyond the knowing
of destinies returning us
into the way of one

come to me
in silences
as rain within the rain
crossed beneath a kiss
upon my wrist

marked the two becoming
of need with sure desire
e’er weakness wear a name
I couldn’t say
or hasten me to realms
where dreams become reality
the one to know
as I was come to be

naked as the vine
to raise the angry thorn
bested by each trial
was blossomed here
laid apart by innocence
worn within these veils
as sheets to sweat
the night away –
and verses to forget

gather news of evermore
as marked the road I came
a blush of rose
as memory of my birth

take as I will give you
share this sacred breath –
go as still it goes
within your own
bent to sound
so different now
than e’er was spoken here
would bid me come
into these places known

eternities as written
it would be
before I was
winds would find me waiting
as wonder to reveal

held within your arms
another time
when time was new –
passed along as breath
before the night
already still

and all that I remember
is of you

reminded of another ~

02 Sunday Sep 2012

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for a moment
of unspoken faith –
alone among the cedars
and dared my pen confess
of all I see

of light to split
the eager black –
a call to life somewhere
echoes ring of aches
upon the breeze

shadows shift
where spirits roam –
between the bear and afid
surely here –
the honey smells
of wine

where was I
when yesterday –
the need to find my keeping
when took to heart
a path beyond the pines

sweetly as a morning tear
I’m reminded of another
when once I stood
and all the world
was still

pages bent from aged bark
syllables grow silent
cast to words no longer spoke –
longing shall reveal

mists along an eastern ridge
where songs are being practiced –
nightbirds flee protection
by the sun

there as I was started
by these truths I knew before
turns with me to home
before the day
begun

just this ~

01 Saturday Sep 2012

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would e’er my words
be sworn to ash
wings above the fire
stilled within the quiet
of feathers met in time

strummed to life
in worlds I’ve found
a place beyond the seen
leave me there
without the want to know
what lies between

chord to lay
across the bow
as lover set to silence
stretched above the day
to wrap around

a perfect night
of wayward stars
surrendered by the moon
and rolled into a river
running north

kiss my sleepy eyes
just before the veil is lifted
forever leaves
a sweetness
on my lips –

no more have I
the rest to know
of all I am becoming
heaven here
my hands to hold –
just this

here and there ~

26 Sunday Aug 2012

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as blooms along
a mountain pass –
or moss to rivers edge
as timeless as a message
swept to sea –
as eager as a driving rain
melts another sun
was there
and here began
eternities

where you are
and where you were
neither matter much –
for always there’s a place
you can’t perceive
as midnight in the desert sands
or held by stars
somewhere –
wherever I am known
tis there you’ll be

dream of me ~

26 Sunday Aug 2012

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In my soul
life remains unprotected –
by the ways
I have chosen (my own) –
and the wilderness
wandering
has turned now to stone.

I was walking
and waiting
years beyond lifetimes –
a place now surrendered
by longing to grace.
Forever alludes me
as time so unyielding
would make of us (one)
such a fool.

What is it now
that I’ve lost in translation –
a dream
where I dreamed all alone.
Another night passing
beyond what was fated
listening still –
might I hear you
somewhere.

Echoes rise
from silence unnoticed –
slow is the song
the lyricist loves –
strings that were mine
came a kiss.
I couldn’t hear –
wouldn’t hear
symphonies ringing –
you sang for me –
sang to me
such sweet lullabies.

Worn through the pages
pens without conscience.
Was there nothing
worth saying –
let me hear it (again)
screamed from the highest
mountains – cathedrals.
Listen –
(do you remember)
truth wills the wind.

When life is surpassed
a night without morning –
breath given back to the dawn –
Where will I rest
while I wait your returning.

Else I pass in my sleep –
will you then
dream of me.

crossed in our dreaming ~

25 Saturday Aug 2012

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remembered now
this lowly becoming
of pulling apart
to find you again
how I wish
I could help you to see
to the places –
some other we crossed
in our dreaming

was there
that I found you
a-sleeping
wrapped in the moments
were made of forever
truth given purpose
much more
than this breath

destiny comes
in forms unexpected
faith has no season
to worry
for death

love is as always –
for the end
never ending
strains not to barter
this touch to defend

worlds that would fit
in the hand of another
time –
but a picture
of a place we begin

 

morning swoons ~

24 Friday Aug 2012

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a time or two
I’ve thought of you ~
and what you might have said
when sunlight fell
across these moments
made of who I was
and where I’ll be
when the day is almost come
waking from this
now familiar dream

where hands are warmed
~ words are wrapped
in memories of more ~
though one could never end
before another
(sworn to) start

who are you
am I ~
of one the same
endearing revelation
as wrens beneath the floor
doves atop the chimney
morning swoons
as questions spill to silence
secrets bent to keep
remember what we said ~
(we didn’t say)

lifetimes passed
though echoes chatter (still)
in words (I hear) unspoken
the rest without recall
where once I held eternity ~
much closer to my own

forgotten not the dream
to lie awake

another me ~

23 Thursday Aug 2012

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was you
and somewhere else
before another you had been
and I a blossom burst
against your heart
a melody remembered
you can’t believe you’re gone
how many winds
have willed your world apart

and faint for disbelieving
faint for words we said that day
and scribbled letters
one by one
into the dark decay

bare beneath ten thousand
ancient lights
you touched me then
I touched you back
and only this I ask
come again
when glaciers melt the silent seas
when mountains peak
to valleys
when canyons scream

will you know the me
that held you
know these fingers
once entwined
was longing born of loving
another me
another time

I’ve heard them say
when listened as they whispered
down the hall
there’s a better way
to get it back
another way to have it all

tell the story
tell the teachers
tell them all you loved me more
when you looked at life this morning
I was the smile
you wore

beyond the sunny day
in places never called by name
I’m the other one
another day
another love (you loved) the same

come back to you
come back to me
remember what I said
when the sky was blue
and ships were sailed as clouds
above our heads

I was watching you
you were watching me
was this the dream of dreaming of
how could I know
forever this
the first (the last)
enough