the search of constellations ~

02 Thursday Sep 2021

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beauty, closer now to heaven than the stars, death, faith, fear, freedom, life, mystery, nature, release, sorrow, truth

had time
herself delayed
for to listen as my love
what freedoms come
to swallow up your fears
release as I
once promised
wings returned to flight
a dark
beyond the search
of constellations
wishes falling round
denied a place
to keep
ashes white with snow
adorn the path
had time delayed
forever –
one minute more
for me
wherever now my wings
are sworn to reach

. . .

fireflies ~

06 Tuesday Jul 2021

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adventure, bliss, daring, dreams, fearless, find me, flight, kiss, mystery, release, remembering, travel

once I prayed
my gypsy ways
would find me in a tent
sweating rhyme-
civility betrayed
swirling madly
laughter bending
with every pulse of light
magic come to steal
my breath
away

fortunes writ
in charcoal –
signed my fate somewhere
gathered up my leaving
blew away
to find you there
dancing neath the timbers
a gypsy firefly
willing me
your company –
as wings recalled
to flight

. . .

released ~

16 Friday Nov 2018

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days, divine surrender, faith, forgiveness, gratitude, life, love, prayer, release, soul, spirit, trust

prayer

how gracious this
my morning prayer
keeps me here too long
filled with names
from seasons past –
or yesterday
the same as new
forgive
and grant me courage
forgive
and grant me peace
forgive
that I might learning
do the same
for all I’ve known
to love again
and all I’ve not
released

. . .

just this side of sleep ~

24 Thursday May 2018

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breath, confession, dreams, forgiveness, grace, life, light, love, memory, release, silence, solace, stillness

Justthissideof sleep

there are moments
just this side of sleep
where in silence
I confess
to every word unspoken
every sin of carelessness
relieved the weight
of waiting –
of promise left to waste
surrendered to my memory –
gathered unto grace

. . .

Thursday, May 24th
5:48 am

scorched ~

29 Friday Sep 2017

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breath, gratefulness, life, love, need, release, reminders, sorrow, time, truth

in my dreams
rain arrives
in the nick of time
just before the healing
where sanded down
our fields
have turned to grey

flush beneath
a canopy
of almost
everafters –
swept to breathing
feathers –
molding dreams
of clay

sunlight swirls
to fill the space
where somewhere
yesterday
we lay awake
and begged the rivers –
rain

. . .

faraways ~

28 Monday Nov 2016

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry, Storytelling

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home, intimacy, learning, light, love, loving arms, magic, memory, release, spirit, stars, story, truth, wish

11/27/2016
1:38 AM

he spoke
of worlds
she wandered through
but never dared admit
to knowing more
than just her way around

to listen
lest the madness come
to steal this fire away
what wish
could e’er replace
his favored star

was given name
one frigid night
when wrapped again
they dreamed
of faraways
ten thousand more
tho ne’er a one remained
as breath beyond the window
light upon the snow

mysteries remembered
to a kiss

where questions spilled
unanswered
in wait for evermore
a night when he
might carry her to home

shroud in ancient
story
of some other
yesterday
he found her there
within a wish
he made

. . .

fieldstones ~

01 Tuesday Jan 2013

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becoming, blessing, destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, life, light, love, memory, new year, passion, poetry, reason, relationship, release, soul, soul signature, spirit, strength, time, truth, understanding, wandering

become

of numbers rolled over
I have not regret –
for the places
and faces
unknown to forget
were the journey just starting
became of my days
and always – a way
just beyond

redeemed
by compassion
for all I would know
and worry not long
for the past
letting go
as sunrise
bears witness
to the first fall of dew
will twilight remember
the same

fieldstones of granite
jasper and coal
diamonds recalled to the sky
whispers
made dearer
some silent retreat
float through a night
such as I

reminding me still
of the places I go –
and worlds just beyond
I remain
a blush to a moment
unburdened by time –
as hands fitting hands
now again

into this echo
into this sound
of all that is yet to behold
rivers of truth
have no worry for less –
as love streams
in light to my soul

. . .