crossed in our dreaming ~

25 Saturday Aug 2012

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remembered now
this lowly becoming
of pulling apart
to find you again
how I wish
I could help you to see
to the places –
some other we crossed
in our dreaming

was there
that I found you
a-sleeping
wrapped in the moments
were made of forever
truth given purpose
much more
than this breath

destiny comes
in forms unexpected
faith has no season
to worry
for death

love is as always –
for the end
never ending
strains not to barter
this touch to defend

worlds that would fit
in the hand of another
time –
but a picture
of a place we begin

heavens crossed ~

24 Friday Aug 2012

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scattered lines
and easy does it –
someone takes the worst
of blame
forgotten all that was
of dreaming –
a frightened boy
without a name

soldier
brother
heroes all
someone’s baby
rocks the cradle ~
mountains crash
beneath the fall

lives are tangled –
heavens crossed
tho someone’s heart is hurting still
another waits the long night
(longer)
as empty arms
denied their fill

come the prayer
before the kneeling
graces changed
by love untold
blessings more than
what was fated –
took your breath
and kept your soul

morning swoons ~

24 Friday Aug 2012

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a time or two
I’ve thought of you ~
and what you might have said
when sunlight fell
across these moments
made of who I was
and where I’ll be
when the day is almost come
waking from this
now familiar dream

where hands are warmed
~ words are wrapped
in memories of more ~
though one could never end
before another
(sworn to) start

who are you
am I ~
of one the same
endearing revelation
as wrens beneath the floor
doves atop the chimney
morning swoons
as questions spill to silence
secrets bent to keep
remember what we said ~
(we didn’t say)

lifetimes passed
though echoes chatter (still)
in words (I hear) unspoken
the rest without recall
where once I held eternity ~
much closer to my own

forgotten not the dream
to lie awake

rusted ~

23 Thursday Aug 2012

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long the days
were dread to nights
and hid beneath the secrets
of times we were together
trusting fate
to intervene

as planks along
the leaning barn –
broken lights and lunas
quiet as a mist
above the pond –
trusted as the early chill
wrote upon the window –
signed our names
so sure the spring
would find us
after all

the failing bliss
of Christmas morn
to hold us down
to treasure –
as auld langsyne replayed
and played again

no more the need
to hurry –
lest our essence
be consumed –
as petals lost to weeds
along the way

would ever I be missed
to every moment I endured
or rusted by my hands
upon the plow

faded now the cowboy
that lived within my curtains
with tales
that served to prove
was here I loved

long the days
we fell into –
the wish for one more
season –
locked beneath the secrets
concealed by yesterday

another me ~

23 Thursday Aug 2012

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was you
and somewhere else
before another you had been
and I a blossom burst
against your heart
a melody remembered
you can’t believe you’re gone
how many winds
have willed your world apart

and faint for disbelieving
faint for words we said that day
and scribbled letters
one by one
into the dark decay

bare beneath ten thousand
ancient lights
you touched me then
I touched you back
and only this I ask
come again
when glaciers melt the silent seas
when mountains peak
to valleys
when canyons scream

will you know the me
that held you
know these fingers
once entwined
was longing born of loving
another me
another time

I’ve heard them say
when listened as they whispered
down the hall
there’s a better way
to get it back
another way to have it all

tell the story
tell the teachers
tell them all you loved me more
when you looked at life this morning
I was the smile
you wore

beyond the sunny day
in places never called by name
I’m the other one
another day
another love (you loved) the same

come back to you
come back to me
remember what I said
when the sky was blue
and ships were sailed as clouds
above our heads

I was watching you
you were watching me
was this the dream of dreaming of
how could I know
forever this
the first (the last)
enough

my only sin ~

23 Thursday Aug 2012

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of places
that I understand
there’s another
that I don’t –
the world
where you are God
and I – your only sin

the choice of others
chose for us
a story for the telling
turning back the pages
we begin

like as one
and to another –
just the way
we are
you and I the same
so few can see

where we were –
we came from one
into the one
returning
sworn to understand
these mysteries

speak
and I already know
words within my mouth –
for there you are
in verses unforgot

sang of more
and from the depths
one moment stills the others
as different as we were
– tho we
are not

you am I
remembering
another love as this –
promises
and when the time
would be

I would leave
and you would come
forever-night to wander –
waiting in the place
we couldn’t see

I was you
and you
another autumn night –
tempted by the cold
to turn within

revealing now –
a sweet familiar
fluttering of leaves
where I was God –
and you
my only sin

circles in the sand ~

22 Wednesday Aug 2012

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from these moments
of beginning –
somewhere far
the earth defends
a place of magic
meant to hold
your heart

from the skylight
sapphire vision
of an ancient world aglow –
there’s another dream
awaking now
beyond the one we know

from the choices
of tomorrow –
came to find our future here
in a circle where
we started
yesterday –
of yesteryear

as a breath
within a moment –
held by others so divine
when came for love –
eternity
was destiny to find

in the sacred
of surrender –
we become
as once we dreamed
from a circle
barely turning
to the sands that fell
between

poets somewhere ~

22 Wednesday Aug 2012

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of words I have read
and lifetimes relearning –
as sixty-six books
more than one
I confess –
a truth that endears me
to all I have known –
twas began with a promise
my worth to attest

as a heart
made to feel –
eyes to see more than sight
without want for a reason
to stay (will you stay)
but of life –
I can tell you
I can show you (somehow)
where the light
meets with heaven
and the stars fall away

as the spirits
of fathers –
of sinners and saints
become poets
for moments somewhere
revealing the answers
to the questions of why –
of the ways
they were come (every soul)
entered there

as a place
so familiar –
did I witness before
ancient moons
many lives from the sun –
and days (not so many)
as to count them again
I recall now another
when the two
became one

held to the corners
reminders of grace
as angels (unnoticed)
were promised to us
e’er we pass beyond faith
on our way to the light
burning sun –
gifted others our love

gathered in me ~

21 Tuesday Aug 2012

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Was not the first
I’d come again…
reeking of woodsmoke
folded near inside my shirt…
names that should be new;
the taste of somewhere else
triggered in the calling.

Silence (clinging) feels the same
a sweet familiar love –
remembered all the reasons
why I left…
to come again
pulling at pieces
truth exposed –
another piece of cloth,
clothes that fit me (still…)
I’ve walked the house once we built –
shaded by the orchard —
Planted small,
and grew into the barn…

Now both
are gone, and I (unaware)
possess the only picture
of how it was…
the broken yard and crooked gate,
cattle nursed by a patch of
weed (and will…)
a swing of mismatched
boards…slouched below
outstretched arms
an oak —
your father planted
(your mother cursed)…

Was there
we loved…
(as no one ever had),
feather mattress
stuffed and stitched (new)
for us, and wrapped
in sacks of blue…
We spoke in hushed whispers
(secrets tumbling)
to the flicker of a flame
burnt the mantle black —
shadows melted (moments)
long ago
(but not so) far…

finished
before the start became
an end was writ…
I never understood…

in the quiet still
before I find you (first)
I breathe,
The world
that I remember…
is again…
a feather swept
(across) my soul;
words uttered to silence;

this –
memory of yet to be
and the smell
of burning pine…

the way to becoming ~

20 Monday Aug 2012

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of the places
we passed –
on our way to becoming
there were times
taken back
for a while to reflect
as sunlight burned holes
in the feet of our longing
and eyes searched the shadows
for nights barely done –

poems laid out
in uneven patterns
lessons forgiving
each name said aloud
mysteries turned by our faith in forever
in moments unspoken
given voice
by the clouds

red clay horizons
and blue opal brushes
twilight and words without shame
cactus grew wild
at the edges of memory
as somewhere
the skies painted
pictures of us –

in ribbons of
bluebird and flame