wayward ~

11 Saturday Aug 2012

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parable of destinies
awaits a new foretelling
as one to know
so few will understand –
the past can never be returned
but never is it ended
in places
we remain –
the arrow flies

as every wing
is sworn to soar
a path across the window –
seas forever parted
by a wayward
butterfly

beyond the proof
of heaven –
fathers keep an ancient vow
lives within the reach
of dreams –
awake to us
somehow

truth endears
the willing soul –
and stills these fits of slumber
tears are turned to smiles
(within our hope)

silence spans
the narrow bridge
moments fall around us
long the night
to keep us satisfied

in seeking truth –
we honor love
in these –
these mortal visions
parable of coming home
across the evening tide

backwards ~

10 Friday Aug 2012

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rings overlapping
as fate to discover
some mystery there
in the place we become
as flame to a flicker
wings to a vapor
forever returning us
backwards
to home

to the words
of beginning
the seed barely planted
bring forth the baby
a mother to feed
e’en now in the darkness
loving arms worry
for the empty confession
a lingering need

breath to remember
from long nights
awakened
with light in our veins
another night’s fire
dreams of the journey
weaved to our memory
a warm resignation
of burning desire

when couldn’t
we wouldn’t
turn from returning –
somewhere
are others
repeating our name
to the edge of existence
eternity stretches –
to make of this moment
the reason
we came

lullaby ~

10 Friday Aug 2012

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come for me
when redbud blossoms
scarlet –
‘neath the winter
when the lowly dove
sits silent in the pines

carry me
to places –
you remember as forever
as wings to break the darkness –
turned to love
the nick of time

speak for me
in rhyming words – verses
I’ve neglected
falling into worlds
I thought I knew

breathe
and I will share them all
til none are left to wonder –
where you end
and I (the same)
begin

come to know
as love allows –
the story of redemption
pages where your name
is written there

fill the morn with laughter
take of me –
the sweetest part
and write a song
(a lullaby) of us

walk the porch
as daylight trails
eager to our shadows –
told by lace
of mysteries somewhere

bring to me your longing –
your compass
and your sorrows
wear for me the light
that is your face

come for me
when years are but a mark
upon the mantle –
where age is nothing more
than letting go
garner me
the promise –
of all I ever wanted
awakened by a whisper
come for me

chasing daylight ~

09 Thursday Aug 2012

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e’er we speak
of sweeter dawns
storm clouds refuged by the sun
of other days (just like today)
rained a rainbow every one

of consequence
afforded me –
what was meant (and who can know)
of promise left
where none can see
sleeps between my heart and soul

knew of joy despite the cost –
finding truth in moments missed
stayed the darkness
for a poem –
line for line
another kiss

who will come to understand –
would bring me home
with one more sigh –
wash the dishes
beat the rugs –
chasing daylight into night

talk is cheap but I can hear –
wonder still to words you said
goodbye lingers with the dawn
stealing memory
from my bed

coming back going ~

08 Wednesday Aug 2012

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kept to these pieces
of coming back
going
living and dying the rest to define
one more get busy
and lived I
to tell it –
how strange seems the pattern
of meaning to find

the ends
of beginning –
for ways undiscovered
questions revealing
the answers to more
ways as were destined
to sleep the night
waiting
with boots by the table –
and back to the door

and knew not of love
kept me from leaving
as pieces broke off
a handle – a key
lines through the linen
threads of another
as once I was given
this time to foresee

as notes
to the margins –
words underlined
bled through forever
to find us again
to wonder of reasons
and names now forsaken
words without marker –
reminders of when

the past lay unbroken
as blue satin slippers –
worn down the path
I cleared long ago
where now
the night sits
at the edge of my wonder –
warmed by the memory
of light on my soul

scarlet ~

06 Monday Aug 2012

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when first you were
as come to me –
a letter someone mailed
and put my name to scarlet
neath the picture of a sail
a stamp of once forgotten
to the refuge of the waves
and ‘cross the tides
delivered me your soul

as ever we were parted
and swore to meet again
to other shores
remembered why we left
with not a thought
to what was passed –
memories no longer
just the gentle shift of time
beneath our wake

hands to reach
across this great divide
of crystal waters –
as sands to form
beneath a quarter moon
silver pails of longing
kept too long
the wait for home
would dreams return us dancing
as sunlight on the foam

highways ~

05 Sunday Aug 2012

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forever was once
we spoke about trying ~
and bought every map
they were selling that day
traced every road ~ purple and broken
back through the night
to the edge of the page

to discover our other
was part of the journey
and whispered direction back home
from the fall ~
echoes to ring
with a music familiar
and moments so tender
we traded them all

for this one to deliver us
whole to begin
bound as a drifter to ways traveled on ~
returning as name to a dream
unrecalled ~
ten thousand miles
to the place we belong

the same as we were
e’en now I confess
of roads worn away
by the passing of time
words without memory
of paths crossed before ~
maps through the darkness
light touching light

wings above the trees ~

02 Thursday Aug 2012

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more times than not
I waited
til all the lights were out
and the only sound
was wings
above the trees

for countless nights
I stood alone
just beyond your gate
touching stars
and waiting for the moon

to fall
against my longing
split my lowly soul again
*hush*
my lone confession
to the still

the only chatter
noticed there
was the tremor of my heart
a drum to surely wake
the poet’s dream

lights within
my wanting skin
warmth without regret
dress to drag the briars
miles to home

autumn lures
the afternoon to chill
frost is soon
becoming

already I’m left
standing
in the dark

only this ~

01 Wednesday Aug 2012

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only this –
and I warned you
of coming undone – a place
in the stillness awaiting
our love –
wrapped up in flannel
sighs into silk –
and words fell as silent
reminders of us

I wanted you
needed you –
something to matter
when all the rest fated
you’d tie me back down –
caught as a kite
strings in the treetops –
assured of your coming
to pull me around

only this –
and you warned me
you were more than imagined
should have listened
when something
was muttered within
whispering song of the swallow
wind through the reeds
where words
should have been

only this –
and I warned you
there would be no forgetting
trace to unravel
the best of your plans –
long past the time
you’d remember my kisses
would come as a shadow
to sit with you
now

of moments
made haste –
forgiveness of feeling
and paths not the same
I have known –

walk with me
wrestle me –
tell me your future
was never the stars
made light in my hair
or jasper the color
of faraway glances –
roads going nowhere
only this –
I recall