where the windows stood ~

19 Monday Jul 2021

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abudance, blss, faith, hope, joy, life, loss, love, nature, risk, stars, truth

had I loved
with something less
than all this heart
could hold –
measured my desire
by yesterdays
counted not the bounty
love was sure
to bring
at risk for loss
an ache so deep –
I could not turn away

the stars escape
this time of year –
and some
will never know
of ancients
where the windows stood –
eyes to catch the light
love resolved
the heart to overflow

. . .

first ~

13 Tuesday Jul 2021

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fate, life, love, soul memory, stars, truth

as the candle
burned
a score of lights
ten thousand wishful stars
gambled on a fate
they couldn’t see
as oceans merged
constellations
fell into the deep
was there
the first I pulled you
into me

. . .

remission ~

22 Tuesday Jun 2021

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beginning, fearless, immortal, love, planets, someday, spirit, stars, time, truth

will e’er there be
a place remembered –
a touch I defended
long past goodbye
a breath
unafraid
this becoming to rent
this wondrous remission
of time
will e’er I know
what words could not bear
what lies would not keep
from the truth
a vow made to shadow
and brushed onto skin –
felt by the moon
by the stars
one more day

. . .

among the scars ~

18 Friday Jun 2021

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destiny, falling, fate, history, life, love, mystery, stars, surrender

retrospect
leaves longing
dying in the dust
waiting for a drink
of sunday morn
the taste of everafter
will singe the devil’s tongue –
with want for life
we pressed against –
the hope for
things undone
there are no words
I’ve tried them all –
and made a few my own
folded verses
into maps –
so sure they’d take me
home
of ways
the heart remembers –
a name among the scars
how could we want
for heaven –
and still not see
the stars

. . .

sweating snow ~

17 Thursday Jun 2021

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choice, dancing, love, seasons, silence, standing still, stars, stubborn, time, truth

I’m not so good
at dancing –
no good at standing still
I can call each star
by name –
but never will
there’s a code
that I was given –
a promise I must keep
no matter how
or long
the winter sleeps
I’ll wrap myself
in summer
and tiptoe past the night –
sweating snow
and longing for a fight
I’m no good at love
forsaken –
silence wears
my waiting thin
I’m no good at letting go
if there’s a chance
we start again

I’m not so good at dancing

. . .

clinging to whispers ~

07 Monday Jun 2021

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age, dreams, love, memory, mystery, seasons, spirit, stars, time

to wonder
have I
with only my sight
to remember
the place
I began
with a wish
cast to darkness
and the taste
of your name
robbed me of sleep
swept as a sigh
to somewhere
in space
not far from your rest
clinging to whispers
saved not for one
tis there
I am home
moored by a star
flanked by the memory
of where I become
a voice
awake in your dream

. . .

direction ~

19 Wednesday May 2021

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absolutes, destiny, direction, home, life, love, nature, stars, thoughts

had I some sense
of direction –
might I bind myself with rhyme
strapping feathers
to poetry –
longing to a compass
north I never knew
existed
but for a star who came
for me

. . .

worlds denied a map ~

16 Sunday May 2021

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constellations, destiny, divine intimacy, experience, home, life, love, mystery, path, spirit, stars, story

there are mornings
unimagined
worlds denied a map –
lands these hands
have wandered far to know
paths and constellations
arms to wrap around –
traces of a place
remains of home

a story worth repeating
as memory of grace
to see the moon
reflected in your eyes
clover made to blanket
blooms beyond the barn
I want to feel
the breath of heaven
as I rise

. . .

holy flame ~

27 Tuesday Apr 2021

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blessings, gift, holy trust, love, night sky, spirit, stars, story, time, truth, witness

if I
were but a dreamer
with verse my only trade
worn to breath –
from living unafraid
I’d lose my way to letting
give it all
if you’d be mine
I’d set my course
and watch the night for signs
for another blest assurance
of places we have been
a promise left
if e’er we lived again
for each night
beyond a lifetime –
for planets not yet named
silver skies
alight with holy flame