rescued ~

09 Friday Aug 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling

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becoming, breath, dreams, fearless, grace, knowledge, life, love, passion, reason, restless, silence, sleep, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, voice of the soul, wonder

in the glow
of silver shadows
wings are barely seen

rescued by illusion
of the night

held us close
to promises
dare we know the truth
never meant for word
never heard
a leaving
leave

dreams
are gone to waking us
before our will
is done
secrets tempt
the pillow
with goodnight

. . .

that holds my song ~

07 Wednesday Aug 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, Storytelling

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for this touch
to trade
the evening news
a voice I swear I know
sits within
the meadow of my soul

reminding me
of seasons past
times I couldn’t stay
surviving
for another –
to remember me
this way

in sheets
of softest flannel
tiny yellow blooms
are wrapped against
the place
that holds my song
just beyond the distance
sparrows fill the trees –
where dreams are lost
to others
I belong

soft the swell
of silence
asleep beneath the bed
wherein the past
is tempt to keep me here
violins are playing –
as crickets cry amen
flannel wills the darkness
disappear

. . .

baby mine ~

07 Wednesday Aug 2013

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baby, beginnings, blessings, bliss, destiny, dreams, family, life, love, passion, reason, truth

for years before
and moments since
your name upon my lips
were nights
I couldn’t sleep –
you were my dream
remembered
as a part of me
once set apart to fly
wing’ed soul
returning as my own
from this
forever stirs within
the memory of hope –
given me your love
as destiny

. . .

~ for Emily & Phillip
Congratulations

eternities between ~

06 Tuesday Aug 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Rambling, Storytelling

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were truth
by time rewritten
to know my soul by name
weary came a prophet
to declare
the gifts of right
and righteousness –
eternity shall keep
lest paths we walked
by faith
be never shared

who shall fall
to find me –
sins I wore again
are faded as the golden
winter wheat
who shall dare
receive of these –
arms are opened wide
allowing of a song
no longer sweet

of almost there
another tune –
are lines forgotten still
the way made long
tho who can say for sure
what of this
for waiting –
was worth the turning back
into the known
unknowing to endure

. . .

heaven here ~

06 Tuesday Aug 2013

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becoming, bliss, connection, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, living, love, old maps, passion, reason, soul signature, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, understanding, wandering, wisdom, wonder

moments crowd
a gentle dawn –
tis there the promise sleeps
camped beneath
exalted arms of green
songs are lifted tender
of one more time we knew
of heaven here –
lifetimes pressed
between

however sweet
the knowing comes
in tiny purple petals
as blooms
the same as stars
our light returned
beauty swims in mystery
of longing never settled –
dreams are falling
somewhere still
we yearn

. . .

this way ~

05 Monday Aug 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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stay the night
unburdened
by where has gone
the day –
as pieces of our past
are put away

into the realm
of all I am –
what more
we might become
the ways to home
and I
your only one

as stilled
before the waking
to heaven one more time
the light has shifted
now –
as one divine

was come for me
and waited more than breath
the years have left
– to find the key
where’er the lock
be kept

forsaken not
the telling –
were love to reason why
words have lost
their meaning
– as have I

daylight beams
in silent streams
across the place we lay
as I remember
once before –
forgetting you
this way

. . .

poetry ~

03 Saturday Aug 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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becoming, bliss, cherokee, fearless, grace, knowing, knowledge, life, love, passion, poetry, postmark, reason, restless, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, wandering

speak to me
as poetry –
moonlight burns
to shadows
planks are warped
by years
of getting on

divining joy
from everything –
floating freedom
fearless
hands are held –
no need for maps
I own

to know me
as you know me –
what weight my words
to fall
as graces
stretched to catch
the gathered glow

split across the colors
back into
these arms –
verses worn
by every letting go

. . .

keepers ~

03 Saturday Aug 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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all I know, becoming, death, faith, fearless, grace, knowledge, life, love, nature, poetry, reason, resurrection, spirit, spirituality, truth, understanding

as ever was
surrender waits –
we keepers of the soul
as angels watch
our coming –
let us go

morning spreads
eternal –
in blossoms
‘round the throne
now as then
to learn again –
the ways to lead us
home

how sweetly
our becoming –
another life to love
awaits in shades
of yellow
– buttercup

. . .

briar bent ~

02 Friday Aug 2013

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becoming, bliss, connection, faith, family, fearless, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, living, love, nature, old maps, passion, reason, restless, soul signature, southern, spirit, truth, wandering

by mercy
I have wandered –
as a student to the light
remembered how it was
I came to be
a part of all creation –
what destiny have I
as sister to the myrtle
lark and leaf

how green the river
blood must flow –
to claim my heart anew
where mysteries of blossom
yet prevail
o’er bill and bark –
a briar bent
to wrap around me so –
tied with words
and not a one
to tell

cooler now
the summer path
awaiting for my feet –
a gentle breeze
made softer by my own
voice to greet
the mourning dove –
nightbirds sail beyond
as dreams are washed
into this sweet unknown

. . .

the fault of dreams ~

02 Friday Aug 2013

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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bliss, cherokee, connection, conscious consciousness, dreams, faith, fearless, grace, knowledge, love, old maps, passion, postmark, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, understanding

how brief
to home
was heaven bound
wings along the roof
with plans to leave
before the morning come
caught within the meter
of fading reveries –
take to hold
a moment nearly gone

whiskey warms
the fault of dreams
flannel on the floor
pages flutter madly –
silken flame
thwarted by the reunite
years and years
and none –
were written
to my soul
before you came

. . .