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no one looking ~

08 Wednesday Aug 2012

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lowly burst
of orchid light
spoke to me this morning –
reciting now another tale
of voices you forgot

to bring to me
with apricot
a coffee cup of bourbon
and swirled between the leaves
of summertime –

a mystery surviving
as time was surely true
with chances still to take
and secrets told
dream the part
where I am yours –
and you my only weakness
write it down
before the night grows cold

burn the wick
against the grail –
and pray the harvest matters
more than these few pieces
of desire

lay with me
the winter –
and I shall not be hurried
to plant your seed
where now the ground
is hard

but strangers cry
and pastures sometimes grow
with no one looking
dandelion wishes
melt into the light –

clover tied to
hummingbird –
as silver leaf to luna
slow the change of colors
marble eyes
to spy –

come the dawn
tomorrow owns –
wake in me december
steal the story I’ve become
the orchid to confess

drummer ~

07 Tuesday Aug 2012

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calm the storm
against my waning –
press me not for names or dates
some evidence of where
I wasted –
or solace come for me
too late

still my drum
with loving timbers –
beg its music rise the same
once as one
returning cadence
twins returned to single flame

as come before
in this to tarry
seek not of truths I left behind
lest your journey
be for nothing
save for evidence
of mine

sit the sun
upon the ‘morrow
call me back into your will
pierce the veil
of comprehension –
e’er this earthy cup
be filled

with love beyond
my need to measure –
boundless now
this living balm
ancient drums of silent thunder –
wing the soul
to spirits calm

scarlet ~

06 Monday Aug 2012

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when first you were
as come to me –
a letter someone mailed
and put my name to scarlet
neath the picture of a sail
a stamp of once forgotten
to the refuge of the waves
and ‘cross the tides
delivered me your soul

as ever we were parted
and swore to meet again
to other shores
remembered why we left
with not a thought
to what was passed –
memories no longer
just the gentle shift of time
beneath our wake

hands to reach
across this great divide
of crystal waters –
as sands to form
beneath a quarter moon
silver pails of longing
kept too long
the wait for home
would dreams return us dancing
as sunlight on the foam

dates long passed ~

06 Monday Aug 2012

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thought I not of turning back
to places of my own ~
how many names forgotten
are written now to stone
a night or two
a date long passed
survived by briar and sweat
eternity foreshadowed
by moments of regret
and stood I there
more times than told
to watch as prophets marched
from shiny limousines
with linen collars starched
without a tear between them
didn’t know of plans to live
or truth that went the way
of moss –
another to forgive
the coming home for more than this
than scripture without verse
lights returned the lonely here
as destinies rehearsed
as loving lips were robbed
of voice –
words to fall apart
asleep beneath the timbers
beside a broken heart

Author’s Note: Yes, I know, but there have
been times when I stumble upon old photos, and
wonder what I thought when standing there.

interlaced ~

03 Friday Aug 2012

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were this the meeting
of time interlaced –
and stayed I a moment too long
looking back
as a breath to the breeze
no different than raven or wren

sunlight or sorrows
passed through as shadow
were given a reason – come home
needles for nesting
a faraway blessing
no different than now
my purpose to know

stronger the promise was made
of uncertain –
and there stands forever
a place unadorned
by need – might wisdom
give life to a dream –
will I want for another (more time)

to caress
or burn to my soul
the hands of the sun
remembered a sigh
some sweet lullaby –
plays softly when whispers
have come

and struggle is all I have kept
from my slumber –
forgotten the pathway to dawn
shrouded in mystery
questions unanswered –
the mirror knows more than she tells

laced with the past
is every tomorrow –
dusted the raven
with wren in her sails

before the waking ~

02 Thursday Aug 2012

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for reasons I’ve forgotten now
the grass has taken over ~
there’s a place beside the barn
where wisdom grows
a portal in the forest
and a blanket made of moss ~
a solitude I’ve found
where no one goes

the taste of winter berries
when laid beneath the stars
and traced a line
from father back to son ~
a dream before the waking up
and every truth made clear
as lessons for the lover
and grace for everyone

the same as when ~
the sweetest vine
was crushed beneath the garden
and fences raised
to keep the dreamer home ~
tho wondered then
but not aloud ~
of where they hung their sorrows
I cried the night for sins
the worst atoned

stand a guard
beyond the orchard ~
curs’ed headlights down the way
and mark the path with briar
rusty nails ~
tap the lines and drain the creek
but leave the heavens open ~
ask me where I’m going
but pray I never tell

clearly ~

02 Thursday Aug 2012

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left as the morning
was dried from the roses
and last night’s confession
absolved by the sun
drove just as heaven
found dirt in Kentucky
and slowed not the heart
getting on

another night’s rest
much better than last
with nothing much left to extole
would spend not remorse on
choices once made
or the etch of their worth
to my soul

was innocence lost
in my rush to believe
or blinders my color of eyes
a white picket fence
did its best to persuade
of reasons
for staying behind

another day gone
as the truth to set free
sooner or later was lost
the plan to give more
that I had to affirm
of dreams
I can barely recall

the pillow made dark
by yesterday tears ~
mascara I cared not concede
even now as the last glimpse
of night disappears
in the rearview mirror
I see

the highway sings
of whiskey and wishes
a favorite song made right
who I am now
didn’t matter much then
as last night’s confession
absolved by the sun

wings above the trees ~

02 Thursday Aug 2012

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more times than not
I waited
til all the lights were out
and the only sound
was wings
above the trees

for countless nights
I stood alone
just beyond your gate
touching stars
and waiting for the moon

to fall
against my longing
split my lowly soul again
*hush*
my lone confession
to the still

the only chatter
noticed there
was the tremor of my heart
a drum to surely wake
the poet’s dream

lights within
my wanting skin
warmth without regret
dress to drag the briars
miles to home

autumn lures
the afternoon to chill
frost is soon
becoming

already I’m left
standing
in the dark

only this ~

01 Wednesday Aug 2012

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only this –
and I warned you
of coming undone – a place
in the stillness awaiting
our love –
wrapped up in flannel
sighs into silk –
and words fell as silent
reminders of us

I wanted you
needed you –
something to matter
when all the rest fated
you’d tie me back down –
caught as a kite
strings in the treetops –
assured of your coming
to pull me around

only this –
and you warned me
you were more than imagined
should have listened
when something
was muttered within
whispering song of the swallow
wind through the reeds
where words
should have been

only this –
and I warned you
there would be no forgetting
trace to unravel
the best of your plans –
long past the time
you’d remember my kisses
would come as a shadow
to sit with you
now

of moments
made haste –
forgiveness of feeling
and paths not the same
I have known –

walk with me
wrestle me –
tell me your future
was never the stars
made light in my hair
or jasper the color
of faraway glances –
roads going nowhere
only this –
I recall

letters in the sand ~

01 Wednesday Aug 2012

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gather me the blessings
of tomorrow’s brighter sun
and hurry not the lessons
lest they run
as anxious hands to mar the face
is time not more than luck
or visions but a place
already known
speak again of waking dreams
and roads betrayed the veil
of granite paths
and letters in the sand
carry me
marry me
pacify my longing
sit me through the night
and let me hear
of reason come
the way of home ~
of volumes long since buried
and worlds beyond our will
to understand
seal my trust with kisses
of still familiar words
breathe the night
and burst in me the day