shadows to my soul ~

31 Friday Jan 2014

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long the years
to stretch between
ashes to the snow
a memory of shadows
to my soul

once and now
a season passed –
to hold my longing
dear
whate’er I speak
in silence –
the universe
will hear

. . .

back to me ~

30 Thursday Jan 2014

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dare I now
to close my eyes –
illusions of the same
somewhere
there
a whisper
of my name

falls around
as mystery
I never could concede
to know the ways
to home –
and back to me

hands to reach
a kiss just so
who am I to tell –
the taking from the leaving
when both
have fit me
well

a sky this blue
another gave
one day –
from all the rest
to know of truth
I carried –
a blessing
unconfessed

eases now
as once I knew
the touch
of letting go –
hands were reaching
softly –
eyes were open
closed

. . .

close enough ~

30 Thursday Jan 2014

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settle these drums
tender this song –
(remember)
and I shall be made
the place
where memory
melts (into light)
as distance
these musings
to fade

as ink
through the years
pressed between hands
(folded)
the length of goodbye
a voice without
season
sealed into word
and worn into place
(as tears
left to dry)

for a time
(not so fleeting)
as breath
close enough
is kept on a shelf
in the dark
counted (the ways)
mere steps from me now
retrieving the flame
from embers –
a spark

were moments
(of holding)
forever so near
could see out beyond
all we knew
was life
worth returning
(again
and again)
as a star
to believing –
(remembered) us
new

. . .

beyond the reach of why ~

29 Wednesday Jan 2014

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worry not
o’er promises
to vanish in the light
let kisses fall
as proof
that you were here
as gentle stirs
the morning
beyond the reach
of why –
might reason
be as slow
to disappear

let not your tongue
these secrets bear
as refuge
for the flight
where silence tells
our story
now again
let –
and I (a souvenir)
held within your heart
as whispers
guard the places
I have been

. . .

blue this morning after ~

27 Monday Jan 2014

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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how sweet
the wind
returns the sea –
how blue
this morning
after –
is come for me
a promise
thru the gale

of longing
softly whispered
abide
within this night
come as breeze
to carry me
away

of thought
returned
as soul to soul
was reason
to deliver –
the dreamer
from the soft
embrace
of dreams

Author’s Note: A dear friend sent me this picture
today – a place not far from his home in Newfoundland.
The image was from the summer just past, a kiss
of breeze upon the waves. Thank you, Shea.

. . .

another night ~

22 Wednesday Jan 2014

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awaken
o familiar
lamp within
the dark
beloved as a wish
I made
upon
some ancient light
another night
wherein my dreams
are found
remembers me
unto the great
unknown

the almost lines of future lives ~

17 Friday Jan 2014

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once
in still
another wrote
his name
upon my soul
a lovely shade –
no different
than my own
cursive drew
across and through
back and forth
(remember)
the stiches were so small
I never knew

the almost lines
of future lives
the need
where grief would tarry
for never would
my story
love deny
dots and dips
and slashes –
longing curlicues’
are weaved
into the rhythm
of a sigh

. . .