deliberate pause ~

20 Monday Aug 2012

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Walking beneath stars at dusk,
doves coo (quietly) to one another,
songs only they (of dove wisdom) can understand…

and I wonder at their (selfless) lament…
What (can they whisper that) I do not know?

What invisible mysteries
do the waves instill — crashing against the cliffs…
(who can tell me)
what secrets the rain confesses to the violet dawn,
is its suffering (made) lesser
by the crimson sunset?
Is there a place (we’ve yet to find)
that waits under evergreen canopies of silence…
atuned to (the cry of) rainbows…
or is that for the poet (alone) to know….

Ten thousand paper birds
(without the heritage to) become feathers…
but still they drfit…tangled not (by expectations)
no tears for tiny fingers
(that pried) their inanimate bones…

they’ve yet to understand
they cannot soar…
and (so) they do…

Can the only secret (worth discovery) be
that a simple morning song…
bellowed atop (a twist of) cooper line
is more (precious) than a symphony of perfectly managed notes…

and that love needs no reason (to be)
(undone by questions — why not)
beyond a moment’s (deliberate) pause…..

tell ~

19 Sunday Aug 2012

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of the stories I could tell
would you believe them every one
or worry for my senses –
direction in the dark

of things I’ve known
would love be lost –
to places I remember
as shadows worn by wings
an early moon

silence bids
a kingdom come
of ancient oak and cypress –
whistling of rivers
tipping softly out the sea

as fiddles played
of crickets cradled
safe against the morning
born to love
each new refrain –
will dance away with me

as more than one
to sorrows sworn
broken souls forsaken –
as roses blooming
neath the steps
were essence to ascend

til quiet now
these ages pass
moments of forever
was no one left to wonder
who would keep
the lantern lit

lullabies
without a sound
stream when nights grow longer
would e’er these truths
be written down –
beyond this veil of sight

have you love
for knowing –
worlds fulfilled by grace –
mysteries unfolding
sometimes I barely sleep

waters rise
above the bank
glories mate with starling –
destinies revealing us
as light to autumn skies

beyond the reasons
I could tell –
another prophet listens
as each divine remembrance
awakes anew within

musing ~

18 Saturday Aug 2012

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take of these
my all
my every
thing I was before
no less
than who I was
when once you wrote me
word for word
to pages pressed

echoes breathed
together
easy –
who can say
which came as first
the choice to be
as fate was drawing
lazy circles
in the dirt

back this way
as forward falling –
dare me reach
to catch the truth
what was meant
of passing whispers
sighs were secrets
poets proved

lacey lace
and midnight wonder
round the round –
and tied with string
verses vain
as morning musing
rhyme returned
but not a thing

ages past and yet
another –
one more time
beneath the fall
stillness as a siren
singing –
through the night
one spirit call

get me back
or take me never –
more and more
the same and not –
where was I
when first you found me
lifetimes since
the pen forgot

stories almost read ~

17 Friday Aug 2012

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had I one more
grace to give
and not much more
worth keeping –
than roads I’ve come
to bring you love –
kneeling now in prayer

forgotten
every sorrow fell
grief beyond my season –
another dawn
is waiting me
lest I wander there

violet shades
of winter ash –
and canyons lit by longing
days to walk
and warmth we willed
to stay

as colors of the
sweetest songs –
winds the same as ever
shall free the lowly spirit
from the silence
of the grave

stir to voice
these fragile words
and give them place
to matter
save for me the mystery
of stories almost read –

stay the night
another life
that I might find your
wishes –
hanging by a prayer
beside my bed

beyond the storm ~

16 Thursday Aug 2012

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come the fight
that needs no courage
now the kiss –
that begs not breath
dancers locked in loving service
fueled by dreams
of fearlessness

arm in arm
for lifetimes written
shape the blue beyond the storm
stead the pace of resurrection
alters all that faith
becomes

faultless as a word
once spoken –
drifted far upon the wind
settled in the will of waking
choice for love –
to live again

red sky nights ~

15 Wednesday Aug 2012

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fragile as a month
of mondays
sky lit up with amber shows –
lazy as a dream returning
down these crooked
dusty roads

drop me by
the way to someplace –
wandered home this way before
told myself another story –
I won’t miss you any more

the way so weary
trees were crying –
bowed to bone beside the creek
red sky nights
of ruby ribbon
whisper strung from evergreen

wrote a note
with purple crayon –
pinned it to the lantern’s bright
begged you find me
on the pasture –
counting lives by firelight

first as I and you were
early –
caught your look of sweet surprise
paradise was missing somewhere –
dare I step into
your eyes

asked you not
of plans for leaving –
drew a map to heaven’s gate
told you more
than I could ever
take it back
one word too late

knew their names
each constellation –
sisters
brothers
venus
mars
traced them all as if I never
knew you’d go –
this close
this far

paper birds ~

14 Tuesday Aug 2012

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come at last an answer
to questions unremembered
as who you were for me
is nothing left –
ashes to be swept across
these traces of forever –
so sweetly now
the grey dove
sails away

heaven has no bounty
beyond my will to wander –
so gather me
as glories to your breast
raise the window
break the plate
burn the fields of clover –
but barter not the moon
that knows me best

was more to me
than kingdoms come
or something someone said
beg for once you listen
with your heart
the last of summer sweat
is threatening the harvest –
as soon the snow will rise
beyond the barn

turn the page
to evermore
curse the verses passing
evidence of something here
I should have given time –
my hands are moving slower
as sets the evening shade
– will surely reconcile
to take my pen

that is my way
twisted as these sashes
yellow apron –
daisy damp aginst my drum
pleads my soul confess –
the only thing
I know for sure –
is likely now to falter

what name shall bitter taste
upon my death

weave my ribbons
bring the vase –
but let the pearls be scattered
loosed onto the path
as I was one –
I go as rain
to thirsty roots –
dreams of golden harvest
e’en as waters rush
to touch the sun

carry me the way
as then – to places
without memory
still me with ten thousand
paper birds
cast me on the silver lake
and let my story follow –
the eastern breeze
shall take of me
your name

promises falling ~

13 Monday Aug 2012

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are promises falling
the way of our tears –
was faith to remind us
of each passing year
as the paint on the ceiling
the rust on the well –
and long nights spent wishing
another to tell

of the ache in the morning
of lives barely lived –
love never meant us
this much to forgive
something more than the ringing
of stones to the tide
are ripples to roll
o’er the face
of the moon

leaning
as learning
of distance too soon
as the sound of forever
finds a way
to be heard –
as a breath unsurrendered
is willed into word

I can’t be the reason
to stay –
I won’t stay
where the fields are all empty
and dreams died away
tell me now quickly
where o where
will you go
will the wind wrap around you
with songs of your soul

when your purpose
needs tending
by the brush of a kiss
and want left unspoken
breaks your heart –
stains your lips

tell me sweet darling
are there plans we could make
while we lie in the dark
and dare not awake
our truth from becoming
the real from the rest
a somewhere forgotten –
a life unconfessed

I should never have held you
for more than a night –
such a small price to pay
for a lifetime of light
o darling
the ringing –
the sweetest of sounds
does it play where you’re sleeping
in moments unbound

wanderer ~

13 Monday Aug 2012

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before the day was come
and love remembered us as one –
where gardens grew
impatient toward the light
wherein a single word was heard
as hands were joined with hearts
as echoes rolled
from first and then
the other –

as years begotten years
flowers rushed to blossom –
petals of the wanderer
poems of a saint
lullabies were written o’er
and evermore forgot –
touch the only thing
the same as then

breathe into the universe
the psalm of letting go –
whisper love
as once you did
– I never let you know
the way into the open
was the journey we become
who am I – you wonder
even now

reflection of
the best of you
enough is more than right
– dusty roads
and beds beneath the black
stars return each one
by name
for who you were just then
when walking back
beside the garden wall