never far ~

01 Friday Mar 2013

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bliss, connection, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, life, living, love, nature, old maps, passion, postmark, reason, relationship, restless, someday, spirit, star crossed, strength, truth, value, wandering, wisdom

of meadows
made longing
the ways (never far)
through the winds
o’er the seas –
to wherever
you are

one moment
a lifetime –
maybe three
(I don’t care)
were the journey
forever –
in finding
you there

in the song
of a cricket –
the nightbird’s reply
has given me faith –
in your sweet
lullaby

e’er the soul
be reminded –
of another I knew
a truth not forsaken
in my waiting
for you

. . .

flutters ~

25 Monday Feb 2013

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bliss, cherokee, connection, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, life, love, nature, old maps, passion, reason, sorrow, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, value

fleeting blush
of butterflies –
eyes were never blind
strain the gypsy threads
undone by time

hopeful arms of bounty
yearn into
the way
was waiting greener
on the other side

when all we knew
of suffering
is where the parting fell
resting now
beneath the mossy page

nature keeps
no memory
of who was first to die
given up her pen
as flags were raised

spills her tale
as waters rise
to wash away our past
– flutters
neath a vast
forgiving sky

. . .

more than word ~

24 Sunday Feb 2013

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becoming, breath, grace, knowing, life, love, mystery, poetry, reason, seeker, soul signature, spirit, theology, truth, understanding, value

from once
another fated –
we went searching
for the words
would change our
understanding
of the light

wandered far
and wide it seems
for one more
sacred verse –
would open wide
the eyes
denied to see

was ever
love made sweeter
by the echo
of a name –
or poetry define
the tender soul

where am I –
who am I
and there –
the mystery
resolved to more than word
before you came

. . .

shall ~

20 Wednesday Feb 2013

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becoming, bliss, connection, death, destiny, fearless, grace, knowledge, life, love, old maps, poetry, reason, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, understanding, value, words, writing

of moments
shall I never
know honor more than these
a laureate or something
simply less

or shall I be
forever this –
inspired to these depths
when searching for
the river
is my soul

shall I find
my ways made well
by jasper, slate
and poet –
confined to verse
the solace
I once was

wash my fate
to marble shores
where now my kindred tarry
naught for prize
they wanted –
but words that held
their sway

. . .

silver bells and rattles ~

13 Wednesday Feb 2013

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acceptance, connection, destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, gentleness, grace, gravel roads, kentucky, life, old maps, passion, reason, restless, strength, truth, understanding, value, wandering, woman

slip the ring
from round my heart
curs’ed day for trading
so fragile now
our leaving to begin

take of mine
the cedar chest
fourteen sets of wishes
carried from the attic
to the curb

dare me not
to suffer long
with silver bells and rattles
sheets
to match the curtains
I don’t care

set me sail
with dignity –
starch the winter white
and paper now
along our only hall

destiny awaits
the sun
where once Kentucky yearned
for linens kept
in cardboard –
promise in the barn

. . .

remains ~

10 Sunday Feb 2013

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becoming, blessings, bliss, destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, life, living, love, old maps, passion, reason, relationship, soul signature, spirit, spirituality, sweet sorrow, truth, understanding, value, wisdom, woman

of then
another came
and I was loved
before I knew
the road ahead –
would curve into the wonder
of the blue

of ways
I never noticed
where my sorrow would
remain –
wrapped in linen
joys –
every sweet release
of pain

of life
the willing servant
comes the only path
to keep
witness to the loss
was found a place
within my deep

of choice
the answer always
comes – would love
and die for this
reminded of the scars
but more
the bliss

of then
I have such reasons
to touch – to live
to grow
within this perfect
presence –
another I shall
know

. . .

surface ~

10 Sunday Feb 2013

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bliss, connection, dreams, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gratitude, life, love, passion, poetry, restless, spirit, submission, understanding, value, wandering, wonder

as one
within the quiet
a dream I can’t retire
like still the
peacock pillows
puddle orange light
as years beyond
the telling –
of every
almost story

blue veins weave
my mystery
slid beneath my surface
as golden rivers
melt the willing ice
remembered me
another sun –
beyond the leaving time
held within the passions
of the deep

fail me with
the memories
and wait the lights
to fade –
as secrets scatter
broken to the glass
come the grace
of morning –
as praise for nights between
will find me here
wondering why
it is

fingers warm
the spindle –
of an ag’ed spinning wheel
crimson threads
burn through these realms
of steel

. . .