mine for saying ~

03 Thursday Nov 2022

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life, love, returning, seasons, time, truth

we were here
once before –
no way
to ever doubt it
there was light
that set you burning
a flame
i fell into

we were here
almost forever
the moment i was saved
honest as the day –
the day
we came
no way around
the way you made me
certain

we were here
tho i’ve forgotten
where we ever went astray
i’m forgiving
of the fate
that took you back –
fate that left me searching
for a time
we were here
gathered up in words
we couldn’t say

. . .

still to breathe ~

08 Thursday Sep 2022

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grief, life, love, memory, moments, reason to be, returning, time, truth

had i lingered

here

a lifetime more

than e’er a soul

could stay –

beyond the fall

of circumstance

ashes

have turned grey

had i waited you

and you for us –

how long

might we have been

permitted this

surrender –

a place we start

again

another name

some other kiss –

fate might steal

or loss to grieve

a hand to hold

against the fold –

reminders still

to breathe

. . .

again ~

29 Wednesday Jun 2022

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grace, home, life, love, refrain, returning, seasons, stars, wishes

within this place
of waiting –
shall I will you come
for me
and remember not
the want
we wasted here
the sweet refrain
confessed
until whispers
become flesh
til all I knew
was only you
again

a melody
corrected –
from somewhere
we began
as the afternoon
fell sweet
into the stars
when for a moment
wishes were
our way for getting back
a slice of love
became this place
we are

. . .

where once I lay me down ~

08 Wednesday Jun 2022

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found, home, life, love, mystery, returning, time, truth

are there lines
across your heart
where once I lay me down
a memory of warmth
against your skin
I was here
just the same
to return most every night
when red is fallen
soft along the ridge
are there pieces
still to missing –
I have wondered now
again
down the roads
ten thousand miles
afraid
were I to call
would you hear me
sweeter than before –
a crush
of velvet wings
amidst the trees

. . .

all I need ~

15 Tuesday Jun 2021

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living, love, refrain, returning, seasons, time

would a lifetime
be sufficient
for days I have to live
a moment come
ten thousand more
I plead
a sun beyond this aching
mornings to recall
– another touch
is all the time I need

with will to choose
as death refused –
some other grace
where graces lay –
the creeks will rise
the barn will fall away

somewhere
strangers gather
to the shoulder
down the lane –
and no one lives
no one cares
to wonder why
we came

why I linger
as love decided –
beyond what time
can prove
tis for this one
remembered –
another life
I’ve come
for you

. . .

a place to return ~

18 Thursday Mar 2021

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acceptance, evening, forgiveness, grace, joy, life beyond the leaving, love, places, returning, time

evening wears heavy
a hole in my heart –
the lights have all blown away
nights once so dear
have relinquished their hold
as wishes fell stars
into flame

given forever
where might I land –
held to this love
so long
letting go
memories soften
as moonlight on skin –
born of a touch
now etched to my soul

a coming together
for breaking in pieces
returning as life once again –
was love ever offered
a place to return
when tied to the memory
of where we began

. . .

silver mine ~

08 Thursday Oct 2020

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love, memory, poetry, returning, solace, sometimes, soul memory, time, truth, words, writing

I shall gather
to pages
these remnants of you
reminders now written
in rhyme
I shall paint
every moment
of days worn together –
warm cappucine
silver mine

sweet
my surrender
so often and still
when shadows are come
to do as they will
I will bind my heart
to words
we both know –
whispers carved deep
to my soul

. . .