one more dance ~

make sense of me
when I cannot –
read my story o’er
throw me in the fountain
– make a wish with me
for more
then tell them how
tell them everything
you dared believe once true
of how it was I sought
and where I found you
of lifetimes passed
and moments spread
to breach the will of time
whispers made to blankets
as you were made to mine
shared a breath
became a secret –
of lives before this one is spent
longing forgave the kiss
became
a holy sacrament

. . .

the long way back ~

14 Monday Sep 2020

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another life, breath, find me home, hands, journey, life, light, love, memory, mountains, nature, reasons, stars, truth, walk me home

in another place
I was –
crushed beneath the shadows
bowing down my head
chasing truths
do you remember
how it was –
the giving in to silence
as the echo of ten thousand
tired boots
a night succumb
to whispers –
a morning without shame
lights beyond the highway
burning sand
do you remember
was I with you
when the mountains
fell around
as waters rushed
to fill an empty land
I know you now
as I knew you then
another life
with nothing changed
this sweet goodnight
bathed in light
is reason
why we came

. . .

of time ~

28 Friday Aug 2020

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another me, becoming, breath, destiny, life, love, memory, moments, sorrow, spirit, stars, time, truth, wishes, words

for every sorrow
I was traded –
for a wish
beneath the stars
a breath
that was my pillow
spared of dreams
words
are given pardon
and a place
I still belong –
carried me
cross every night
between

becoming this
a lover’s rite
spun into a page –
verses wrapped
in verses
senseless rhyme
remembered
to another
where destinies
entwined –
wishes fell
to break the spell
of time

. . .

much the same ~

18 Tuesday Aug 2020

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closer to heaven than the stars, destiny, fate, life, light, love, memory, promise, secrets, stars, stars by name, time, truth, wishes

was once
do you remember –
a moment much the same
we tracked the stars
and answered back
their names

traded
every secret –
but for another
fate to curse
even now I can’t recall
who was first

years and
everafters –
span a life
of might have beens
places we were one –
now again

come the burn
of red horizons
met with darkest coal –
stars against the heaven
of my soul

. . .

memory of light ~

14 Tuesday Jul 2020

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blessings, carry me sweetly, closer still, home, life, lifetimes, love, memory, seasons, sometimes, stars, trust, truth

gathered mine

as witness I was
to the place we were started
to a place in the grass
once we lay
crushed by the stars
ten thousand years older –
than once I was your
faraway

once was a dream
you spoke of it often –
gave it a name
I adore
how is it now
I’ve replaced every window
and hung up my heart
by the door

carry me now
think of me sweetly –
as a soft silhouette on the night
saved to a moment
with all we’ve forgotten –
love seeking truth –
in the memory
of light

. . .

more than years ~

30 Tuesday Jun 2020

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all I really know, heart, life, love, memory, promise, reminders, soul, spirit, stars, time, truth

walkinghometoday

will e’er there be
a dream too small –
or warmth left unimagined
as trade for love –
we waited more
than years

as witness
to some other dawn
where once we gave a promise
returning life –
from moments
scattered here

remnants of
a million lights –
stars we called by name
vows we made
ten thousand years
ago

another time
the heart decides
each coming back to love –
reminders of
the only truth
I know

. . .

the dreamer dreamed ~

21 Sunday Jun 2020

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abraham, blessing, dreams, endured, faith, guardians, life, light, love, night, seeking, stars, trust, wishes

beyondtime

what words
need understanding –
but a place to fall
one day
beyond the seeker seeking
our dismay
another time
forgotten us –
some meaning just beyond
the dreamer dreamed
and all that was
become

a summer night
a star just so
and planted black
as diamond
how many wishes
raised
before his fell
dust is left
to willing hands
pressed against the light
to trace the trail
of wishes
cross the night

. . .