story to betray ~

01 Saturday Jun 2013

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lost
the will
for looking back
a path o’ertook by vine
as strangeness there
forgotten us –
whittles at my time
with never been
and waiting then
the story to betray
when touch was more
than touching –
loving more than lace

I should have known
I never did –
love carries me the same
as lives I lived
somewhere before –
the best of me
remains
belonged to you
held you close –
nights I had no say
of what would last
the morning light
to take my breath
away

of castles dark
or meadows smoke –
now muted into blue
in silent sweet surrender
another time I knew
the words you said
before you spoke –
an echo crushes still
the strength of love
from one –
the next forever
shall reveal

. . .

one to the map ~

30 Thursday May 2013

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leave me the scars
the telling of trials
a time on the pastures beyond
a quarter of worry
a half cup of whiskey
and someone who knows
the ways I have come
surrenders my name
without e’er a thought
for keeping my best
together tonight
graces retracing me
might I belong
as one to the map
was ink to your hands

. . .

color my dreams ~

28 Tuesday May 2013

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I’ve heard talk
of endless black canyons
carved of the places
venus took mars –

longing to reach
every touch yet becoming
more than a thought –
more
than we are

how could you know
of the color –
my dreams
or how far the journey
from branches
to bough

the strangest familiar
the lights
brighter shining
a course neath the cover
of fathers ten more

a drink –
made of laughter
our spinning around
left dizzy by song
we sang
until death

as the memory
of some other star
we let burn
no different now
than a moment set free
by the giving of name
to a sigh
long ago

became of the still
a place I will go
when the night pours
to canyons –
the colors of you

. . .

forgiven ~

28 Tuesday May 2013

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beyond the still
of sorrow –
eternal bleeds the red
discovered as another
perfect rise –
forgiven us
the getting on
of running us away
beaches press
a once remembered shore
feathers float
as suffering –
was here we meant
to lay
tears are flowing now –
a wiser sun
than e’er could be
forsaken
by the breaking
passed between
– the river rolls us
backward
to the rain

. . .

the way of wish ~

27 Monday May 2013

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they’ve given place
a time I knew –
and ashes to the meadow
some nights
the wind blows backward
through the gale
reminding me of somewhere else
I stood a moment
longer –
and listened for a truth
I’ll never tell

for all you know
I wonder still –
how much of me is gone
the way of wish and reason sweet –
a path forgot to home
the same as when
we lingered
then –
with will for destiny

dreams
that I’ve stopped dreaming
a place somewhere
of me

would e’er the signs
be sworn to show –
or verses spilled just right
rhyming rules
in silent pools –
tis there I hold you tight
would circumstance
another chance
where’er our stars be crossed

ashes float
on northern streams –
alight with wishes lost

. . .

burn away ~

26 Sunday May 2013

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summer spares
the sleepy earth
carried as the spring
– was passed one day
between the noon and five
brighter my
illusion
of almost anything
I might have said
last sunday
as goodbye

made worse
for ever giving
what it took so long to say
the fields may burn away
beneath my bed
time has nothing
meant to keep –
begs us love or go
the winds
are sure to find me far
the last –
the best I know

there’s more than ache
in hurting –
more soul within the song
tho no one hears
but me –
don’t make it wrong
leaving left
to one last fate
– one more hold me near
the past is nothing
worth the keeping
here

. . .

left to tell ~

25 Saturday May 2013

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of worth
I have no season
no story left to tell
of roads I walked –
of lives beyond the veil
of streets
unnamed to history
a touch
recalls me still
where all I’ve known
of loving is revealed
into the page
where shadows fall
night birds weep and storm
into the swell where black
the locust swarm
with memory
of where I lay
and secrets I embraced
flannel sheets
are forests wrapped in lace
as once I was
remembered me
for reasons I’m not sure
kept within the circles
ancient sight
mystery of passion –
my wilderness afire
wings are raised
immortal to the night

. . .

Author’s Note: I’ve spent many a day
in search of an image for this, and have none to
show. Only this. Close your eyes – yes, that’s
the one.

. . .

moments (yet) ~

20 Monday May 2013

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were moments
to awaken –
your voice upon my skin
as secrets
whispered low –
became my light

flush against
the almost life –
of somewhere
love awaiting
hands to touch –
words we lost that day

broken verse
as sunlight traveled –
caught by falling angels
shadows passed
to shadow –
one we’ll be

held aside
for reasons –
longing knows too well
light recalls
the sweetest night
– lifetimes
loving so

. . .

forgotten to dream ~

19 Sunday May 2013

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forever of taking
a step beyond night –
where heavenly angels
take tea
with the stars
warmed by the dreams
I’d forgotten to dream –
and given to name
what I knew
of my fears

to choose
without choosing –
a touch nearly gone
yields to these hands
a sweet ancient
way –
reaching to bloom
in colors of song
as one now the map
of soul
unbetrayed

. . .

reason to go ~

18 Saturday May 2013

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leaves without color
tho falling the same
are cut thru the light to the heart –
stilled by the comfort
of sorrows unknown –
and others
we carry by name

a little white river
and old woman feet
stories of long ago taking
as fields were to burn –
still lacking in grace
forgiveness
a place –
tho we never knew why

there would come
of our promise
a reason to go –
and miles without knowing
the ways we had come –
watching the sun
til the stars fell between

sheets we let dry
on the ground

. . .