closer than the sorrow ~

03 Monday Jun 2013

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for every touch
I’ve kept a few
much closer than the sorrow
divine within
I opened then
to something more
than light

lonely shadows
silent dance
closer to my song
baby steps
as stitches cling
piece to tender piece

longing prays
on dusty shelves –
folded soft to linen
forgotten not
the place I keep
my soul

dreamers wake
before the dawn –
and spin the sunlight
walking
wrapped in silken web
memories of night

. . .

part of all ~

02 Sunday Jun 2013

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was here
and for a moment
eternity was passed
as light into the memory
of day

forgotten
where the curtains hung
who would tell them when
or where we loved
some other might have been

to stretch across
forgiven all
the ways
by which we came
with want to speak
of treasures
when gathered there
the same

who will know
who will say –
what proof we leave behind
are part of all we’ve
come to know

– awaiting us
to find

. . .

all I have ~

29 Wednesday May 2013

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of winter still
the summer dreams
of nights in softest flannel
whispers folded secrets
warmed below

lazy morning shadows
said – I will again
take of these
my everything
of all I have to bloom

breathless
wakes the golden –
pressing down the dawn
clinging to a blossom
with memory
of snow

. . .

color my dreams ~

28 Tuesday May 2013

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I’ve heard talk
of endless black canyons
carved of the places
venus took mars –

longing to reach
every touch yet becoming
more than a thought –
more
than we are

how could you know
of the color –
my dreams
or how far the journey
from branches
to bough

the strangest familiar
the lights
brighter shining
a course neath the cover
of fathers ten more

a drink –
made of laughter
our spinning around
left dizzy by song
we sang
until death

as the memory
of some other star
we let burn
no different now
than a moment set free
by the giving of name
to a sigh
long ago

became of the still
a place I will go
when the night pours
to canyons –
the colors of you

. . .

forgiven ~

28 Tuesday May 2013

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beyond the still
of sorrow –
eternal bleeds the red
discovered as another
perfect rise –
forgiven us
the getting on
of running us away
beaches press
a once remembered shore
feathers float
as suffering –
was here we meant
to lay
tears are flowing now –
a wiser sun
than e’er could be
forsaken
by the breaking
passed between
– the river rolls us
backward
to the rain

. . .

the way of wish ~

27 Monday May 2013

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they’ve given place
a time I knew –
and ashes to the meadow
some nights
the wind blows backward
through the gale
reminding me of somewhere else
I stood a moment
longer –
and listened for a truth
I’ll never tell

for all you know
I wonder still –
how much of me is gone
the way of wish and reason sweet –
a path forgot to home
the same as when
we lingered
then –
with will for destiny

dreams
that I’ve stopped dreaming
a place somewhere
of me

would e’er the signs
be sworn to show –
or verses spilled just right
rhyming rules
in silent pools –
tis there I hold you tight
would circumstance
another chance
where’er our stars be crossed

ashes float
on northern streams –
alight with wishes lost

. . .

left to tell ~

25 Saturday May 2013

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of worth
I have no season
no story left to tell
of roads I walked –
of lives beyond the veil
of streets
unnamed to history
a touch
recalls me still
where all I’ve known
of loving is revealed
into the page
where shadows fall
night birds weep and storm
into the swell where black
the locust swarm
with memory
of where I lay
and secrets I embraced
flannel sheets
are forests wrapped in lace
as once I was
remembered me
for reasons I’m not sure
kept within the circles
ancient sight
mystery of passion –
my wilderness afire
wings are raised
immortal to the night

. . .

Author’s Note: I’ve spent many a day
in search of an image for this, and have none to
show. Only this. Close your eyes – yes, that’s
the one.

. . .

such as this ~

25 Saturday May 2013

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beyond this sun
another wakes
with memory of the first
– of ancient moons
made sweeter
by my thirst

beyond this light
a brighter way
than e’er I passed before
is kept awake
– my dreams
of dreaming more

than once again
my love concedes
to plead
my case anew
reminders of a life
before I knew

returned by breath
a kinder truth
than e’er my soul resist
– beginning life
eternal
from moments
such as this

. . .

ways of memory ~

25 Saturday May 2013

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how many lifetimes
written there
in scars across my plains
aware the soul
in seas
beneath the sea

somewhere else
kept just beyond
the places I recall
comes from time to time
a memory

into these hands
undone –
these wrongs
some sweeter everafter
than I e’er I knew
my staying to absolve

were sin desired
to wake again
in living
swills of laughter –
fading as I am
to scars
unknown

. . .

part of all we knew ~

16 Thursday May 2013

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beyond the mossy comfort
of tear-stained I love yous
leaving settles
cold against the night
hands to fold in reverance
for moments come before
hearts are made to ache
the soul’s delight

how it is
the whole becomes
a part of all we knew –
stripped to bare
our reason for remorse
angels watch while lonely mourns
whispers born of bliss
sorrow keeps a plate
of fortunes sworn

the ways to know
of all we lose –
much the more we keep
as dreams resolve a heaven
we know best
sleeps beside the willows
rattles now the winds –
love returns to soothe
our restlessness

falling forward
somewhere else –
leaned into the fold
as there the names remember
us again
lonely needs no lesson
of where we passed the time
or voices ringing silent
o’er the bed