worlds not yet discovered ~

04 Friday Feb 2022

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easy, poet, poetry, resurrection, still, time, truth, where I am found, words

let me be
let me write
of worlds not yet
discovered –
light where none exists
but for your eyes
let me see
eternity
is not so much
to barter
time is an illusion
let me wake
within the hush
of presence
moonlight haunting skin
let me fall
let me breathe
of worlds
where I am
found

. . .

through your eyes ~

27 Thursday Jan 2022

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divine intimacy, life, love, memory, nature, souvenirs, steadfast, still, truth

when passions
are rendered
and the last starling sailed –
when all I recall
of the summer
we loved –
is the flush of your skin
melded with mine
a view of the sky
through your eyes

as gifted this poet
moments so clear –
words without hope
to describe
the way your smile lingered
as coffee was poured
night making sense
of the day

when time
is negated
for sake of my heart
the curve of the moon
as he sleeps
when all i have left
of your voice
in the dark –
is passed as a wing
through the trees

. . .

words you dared not speak ~

22 Saturday Jan 2022

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life, love, moments of eternity, sometimes, still

spare your
righteous discontent
(your choice)
to make it mine
where fault was laid
one summer night
(warmth)
beneath the pines
was then I took
of your first breath
(words you dared
not speak)
home
was ours for finding
I was you
(you were me)
for a time
sometimes much longer
than the flash
of one dark star
I knew the way would come
and you would go
miles beyond
the place where I might reach
to find you (still)
dreaming neath
an ancient stand
of pines

. . .

crushed beneath the snow ~

03 Monday Jan 2022

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home, light, love, nature, reminders, snow, sometimes, still, winter

a chill runs deep
as does my love
who
will understand
for every path
another was to claim

years of waiting
worried sick
the sky was soon
to fall
reason come –
carried by
the light

there are rivers
crushed
beneath the snow
tears
I thought were dried
– no way to prove
the way to home
was you

. . .

breath between ~

31 Friday Dec 2021

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age, destiny, life, love, seeker, still, time, truth, what we keep

when my end
is come
will i taste
your name
as i rush
the silver ethers
a final turn
at destinies
where moments pass –
a breath between
wherein my pulse
is tamed
a memory
where yesterday
remains

. . .

no say ~

10 Sunday Oct 2021

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, spirituality, verse

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all I know, all we've known to love, find me, life, memory, still, truth

i have no say
in destinies
chance another wrought
no proof
you held my hand
or kissed my lips
as lifetimes felt
beneath your touch
eternities denied
as breath where words
are tangled
love persists

a page or two
folded now
held against my breast
tethered to a moment
we remain
beyond the hold
of circumstance
within the reach
of dreams
a sigh to wear
the memory
of your name

i have no say
in destinies
chance another wrought
no proof
you held my hand
or kissed my lips

. . .

“I will look for you in every lifetime and love you there.”

Kamand Kojouri.

chasing whispers ~

23 Friday Jul 2021

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dream, eternity, life, love, still, the edge of forever, time

lest we worry
love will matter
when ten thousand years
are gone
when all our hopes
are scattered
as dark before the dawn
tender places
we are saving –
in each others arms
to stay
chasing whispers of forever –
when the world has
passed away
let me tarry
with the sunrise
close your eyes and sleep again
there’s a dream
that shares your story –
I’ll be there
to let you in

. . .

captive to his dreams ~

05 Friday Mar 2021

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closer, distance, dreams, home, life, love, still, story, time, truth

she takes her poison
after tea –
before her evening shows
she spins around
the kitchen
and wonders
if he knows

how much of her
remains with him
despite the miles between
how much of her
is captive
to his dreams

once she starred
in color
almost every night
he whispered
while the coffee brewed
for he loved to see her smile

she knows the way
she counts the ways –
every stone by heart
as steps beyond the barn
into the dark

naked feet on hardwood
face against the door –
staring down the darkness
with faith in something more

how much of life is taken
by the breath
that bears us home
a name that tastes the same
is ours alone

. . .

tethered to the trees ~

12 Friday Feb 2021

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, spirituality

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grace, introspection, life, loss, love, nature, rambling, reflection, sometimes, still, that thing I do, time

of riches
I have nothing
but the memory of love
gathered close as breath
near as touch

the soul remembers
lest I faint
was lost
tho I am not
faith has kept me
tethered to the trees

drifting
on an evening gale
life restored
as choice to be
held within a promise –
a seeker sure to see

the world is changing
as am I
as e’er were we
to start
racing toward forever
not a breath apart

as certain grace
a holy place
reserved
of none I own
a tender prayer
is whispered there
faraway
is here
and I can’t tell the difference
between love
and letting go

let the truth
in living
fold around
the memory of where
I’ll be
some wiser sun
will pull me from the branches
trailing winds
where once
I was set free

. . .