glimmer ~

26 Saturday Jan 2013

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were e’er the truth
be hiding –
as a speck against the night
as blue beneath
the april lizard’s tongue
as echoes burned
to dying song –
crickets born to cry
forgotten to the living
everything

were stories ours
for writing –
the ending still unseen
revealed in lacey shadows
down the hall –
or grown beyond
the reach of roots
warm beneath the clay –
clutched within the hands
of everything

were reason
ours to master –
seasons ours to sail
worlds beyond the red
that is our flame
of life and love
resounding –
crushes now the sigh
rolled onto the back
of everything

were moments
but a glimmer –
sand between our toes
dimestore glue
and glitter
make a crown
light to torch the fabric
wherein our love
is one –

come to see
(come to be) the truth
in everything

. . .

secrets ne’er forsaken ~

25 Friday Jan 2013

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willing
bends the willow tree
held by lace (and feather)
secrets ne’er forsaken
by the wind

canopies adorned by light
stretched to catch
the heavens –
her firmament
entrusted (to his love)

redbirds
string the sunrise
in slashes yellow golden
played us all (the fiddle)
by the fire

was once I there
(remember)
the warmest overwhelming
caught between forever –
were skies
I never knew

. . .

stay ~

24 Thursday Jan 2013

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stay the winter
share my bed –
to linger past the memory
of snowy blankets
melting all around
tempt me not
the taking leave –
stay to greet the spring
choose me
but for longing
unconfessed

stay the time
of silent speaking
dusted smiles
and rhyme –
hours without thought
to say a thing
solitaire and I don’t care
where tomorrow goes
an abandoned well
will stories tell
the same

stay the right
for wronging –
let the candles burn
lean into the marrow
of surprise
smoke rings
rise familiar
as storm clouds from the east
lightning strikes
reflection to your eyes

stay the want
for wilderness –
the forest of my fears
has pushed beyond
the borders of my breath
stay the will
for one more day
pull the blankets ‘round
listen as december
melts away

. . .

halls of light ~

24 Thursday Jan 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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spirit lift
as flight betrayed
cool this brow of longing –
raise the window
let the wonder in

of words
my only console
was to find it written
here –
a cause for strength
in memories of light

angels
gather after dark –
to rest above the rafters
silence sings
the sweetest song
I know

lovers wait
eternities
for one more living come –
passed between
our reasons to conceive

blessings
one –
the rest shall let
another breath surrendered
as standing close beneath –
the waters rise

rushing waves
of falling leaves –
wing’eds on the chimney
– sounds to me
the same
within these halls
of light

. . .

route of evermore ~

22 Tuesday Jan 2013

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were promises
remembered
a hole in paradise –
fairytales rewritten
by the night
destiny untangled
by the memory of hands
kisses wore the route
of evermore

were consequence
a story –
meant to end some other way
as margins left
unblemished by regret
heroines and heroes
each remained as one
pressed into the telling
of desire

were wishes kept
unspoken
by a star
refused to fall

sworn to dance ~

22 Tuesday Jan 2013

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guard this heart
as was your own
for surely once it did
beat within the timbre
of your drum

sewn into the measure
of melodies made one
hidden by the secrets
of the rain

fell asleep
along the way
and rocked
the cowboy home –
rushed beyond the canyons
to the sea

fluted as a lullabye
hummingbird to gull –
floating west
a message to divine

perfumed nights
betrayed the chill –
of catfish salamander
cedars sworn to dance
beside the wind

warmest crush
of honeybees
swarm above the waves –
strained into the whisper
was told of you
and me

thunder and rain ~

20 Sunday Jan 2013

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for answers
I’m not praying
but to know the ones I have
forgotten not
the questions
or the cross

another day
and passed between
the sunlight into shade
who of us remembers
what was lost

but for something
more
becoming
in the evidence of light
sorrows bloomed
against a purple sky

broken every promise
forgiven every wrong
whispers lie against me
all the night

echoes started
far away
are thunder to my soul
lessons come
in sacrifice and rain

for answers
I’m not praying
e’en now my knees
grow weak
stumbled o’er
the blessings of amen

. . .

forgotten to sing ~

19 Saturday Jan 2013

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of eyes to shine
though looked away –
daring not to linger
on light would pierce
your veil of circumstance

of flaws
to wear your freedoms
perfection only you
can know of bliss was born
to wear your name

of falling
not for fear alone
the reason to awake –
to soar again
the lowly heart to dream

of knowing
more than these I know
are others I am part –
became as one
with everything
the universe consoles

of stories
more than one be writ
of places, faces gone
swords and thieves disguised
as arms of grace

of love
no more than this to give
no magic to erase
a day before this golden sun
did rise

of sorrows
let us gather them
and hold them to our hearts –
surrendered now the tempest
to the calm

. . .

forever (more) ~

16 Wednesday Jan 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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were coming back more
than asked of forgiveness –
no one would blame me
for running (away)
picking through pieces
were left of the ruins –
fashioned to story
with nothing to say

longer the leaving
than ever I wanted
destiny cooled in a cup
by the sink
wishes and wondering
(how will I know you)
when lost are these verses
of breathing to ink

you and your highways
while I – to the back roads
dust on your face
are briars (my own)
willed to remember
nights without shadow
reach me
(to teach me)
another way home

a place on the map
a weathered remembrance
heaven and earth
were switched in our stead
light streamed
as moments of angels
(and demons)
pressed in our pressing –
and stored ‘neath the bed

tho winds
yet were blowing
to seasons (unnamed)
by graces retracing
ten thousand (too few)
sunrise decided
in our rush to discover
time without memory
of (just) passing through

leave me the river
and take of your oceans
I’ll keep the lantern
(and give you the sun)
where are the stones
we laid on tomorrow –
coming back sweeter
into love
(we’ve become)

. . .