when you have gone ~

02 Tuesday May 2023

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blessing, gifts, life, love, resurrection, returning home, time, truth

when my love
has failed to honor
everything you are to me
when my heart
is blind
my voice
a distant gale
when my touch
no longer lingers
would to satisfy
your want
will i see the signs
will i know
when you have gone

when my love
has failed to notice –
all that you are
still
when longing fades
my arms
grow weak
beneath the strain of us
tell me
o please tell me
help me find my way
hold for me some other –
a place
our love remains

. . .

worlds not yet discovered ~

04 Friday Feb 2022

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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easy, poet, poetry, resurrection, still, time, truth, where I am found, words

let me be
let me write
of worlds not yet
discovered –
light where none exists
but for your eyes
let me see
eternity
is not so much
to barter
time is an illusion
let me wake
within the hush
of presence
moonlight haunting skin
let me fall
let me breathe
of worlds
where I am
found

. . .

the time it took to find ~

07 Friday Jan 2022

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality

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death, life, love, memory, moments where eternity lives, prayer, resurrection, time, truth

would that longing
understand –
the ways by which we loved
ten thousand sighs –
rivers to the sea
should ever grace
be given for
the time it took
to find
or chapters dedicated
to our pleas
will history remember
every whisper
every touch –
will canyons remain empty
as proof of us –
when dreams are lost
to counting
nights beneath the chill
as darkness comes
to break our hearts again
what of love will
intercede
when light is turned
to stone –
reminders of the places
love has been

. . .

worth the trade ~

12 Monday Oct 2020

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality, verse

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birth, death, destiny, dying, fate, life, love, remeber me home, resurrection, time, truth

whatever this –
a blessing come
to steal the pride of death
as stars aligned
ten thousand years ago
tis worth the trade of dying
to find you here anew
as proof of love –
the only thing
I know

. . .

pull against the moon ~

06 Thursday Aug 2020

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality

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Tags

breath, death, eternities, journey, kiss, life, love, remembrance, resurrection, soul, spirit, time, truth

howcouldyouknow

for what
was life becoming –
when for this one I yearned
a breath between forevers –
made sweet the souls
return

a kiss
I scarce remember
once cooled upon my lips –
saved into my being
as proof of love
like this

time rests
beneath the cedars –
and pulls against the moon
resolving all we dared
to touch –
yet leaving way
too soon

. . .

resurrection ~

22 Monday Jun 2020

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality

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birth, death, home, life, love, memory, reincarnation, resurrection, returning, romance, soul speak, truth

fields_of_gold_by_dani_owergoor_d5m12g8-fullview_edited

was not for life
I waited –
or a memory restored
but for love
I might have dreamed
a moment more

is death
an indecision
or just the end of all I know –
how sweet
the resurrection
of fire into the soul

dare we wait
another lifetime
another birth –
still undefined
lest I wake
and not remember
where I was
when you were mine

. . .

retraced ~

18 Thursday Jun 2020

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality, Storytelling

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closer than the stars, death, life, longing, love, memory, moments, resurrection, sometimes, soul speak, time

just such

was once before
my heart was filled
and I could not resist
a moment more
than what was come –
as words
within a kiss

was once before
I memorized
each line upon your face
what tender worlds
my hands have known –
each mystery
retraced

was once before
I knew you now –
a memory dispersed
by life
by death
by roads between
the last kiss
and the first

. . .

the very best of all ~

05 Friday Jun 2020

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality

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beyond the fall, life, love, resurrection, soul memory, spirit, surrender, truth

Willmeremember

there is a fault
aligned with love –
a crooked tear within the fold
what with eyes
the mind might wonder –
won’t be measured
to the soul

a moment
resurrected
time and time again
a willingness so easy –
the very best of all
the truth
o’er which we linger
despite everything we know –
held within a memory
of the fall

. . .