I am ~

when the dust
is all but settled –
and ashes have turned blue
where’re the rivers rise
I’ll come for you
before the stars are taken
before the dawn is crest
when mountains turn their faces
on the sea
one word
my heart will carry
one flame into the dark
where souls await
a coming back for more
I shall tarry
with that sweetness
with not a want for breath
e’er another life
erase your
memory

. . .

these days ~

31 Thursday Dec 2020

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, spirituality

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2020, heart, home, learning, life, loss, love, spirit, story, unremembered

I’ve lost track
and recollection
of where I left my keys –
and just last night
I realized I’d forgotten
how to dream
so much
we’ve forsaken
is remembered not the same
the winds are turning
but they still know
my name
I listen for the nightbirds –
so much sweeter than the news
reminding me of other times
and how it hurts to lose
everything I surely needed
like those keys
like my heart
like places we’ve forgotten
how to start

. . .

evening bell ~

09 Wednesday Dec 2020

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christmas, holy, life, love, nearer to heaven than the stars, sacred intimacy, silence, sometimes, spirit, time, truth, words

along the way
Christmas twinkles
in strings of red and green
starlight scattered
softly o’er the snow
and in the face
where once the moon
remembered why we came
angels tip their
golden wings
below

silence spills
o holy night
and I am lost for words
to ease the ache
I find in everything
days my heart has worried
are taken back again
by One who waits
the evening bell
to ring

. . .

heart to home ~

27 Tuesday Oct 2020

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girl, love, moments, soul core, spirit, stars, time

I remember well
the girl you loved –
a whisper barely spoke
walked a wooded path
from heart to home
waiting for an echo
the name
you gave to breath –
was all the same
all I’ve come
to know

that girl
she carried heaven
pretending she was wise –
known for trapping wishes
in a jar
looping letters
one on top –
a name converged with yours
how many times
we married
one night
beneath the stars

. . .

once were words ~

12 Monday Oct 2020

Posted by tornadoday in a time for telling, Poetry, spirituality, verse

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blessings, life, love, moments, morning, soul remembrance, spirit, time, touch, truth, worth

beyond the first
of lifetimes spent –
spread beneath the cedars
a scratch defies the hour
we were born
for what becomes
of moments held above
the worth of others –
a touch
to free the night
we waited on

hold my name
upon your tongue –
as memory of taste
tie it to a story
none can tell
as well as you –
tho time has eased
into another morning –
where once were words
twas there
I loved you well

. . .

if ever ~

09 Friday Oct 2020

Posted by tornadoday in home, Poetry, spirituality

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death, heaven, life, light, love, nature, night, promise, reminders of home, spirit, still, truth, voice, words

if ever
for my words you ache
just listen for the night –
the steady drum
of stars succumb
to heaven chasing light
the cry of crickets
fiddles ring
as shadows round are cast
cedar boughs
forgiven now –
are kneeling on the grass
the stir of
night birds waking
to find another song
things I might have told you
– they will hold you
when I’m gone