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the way ~

10 Tuesday Nov 2020

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how many times
I’ve cursed
the slamming of the door
a backward glance
with nothing more to say
I’ve left my fears behind me
praying you might find me
some other time
you’d steal my breath
away

stay
that I might learn you
from all the things
you love
– the way you feel
the way you laugh –
the way you speak my name
sometimes I can’t but wonder
of another life
we made

morning spreads
her golden wings
as I lean upon the gate –
anchored to a life so undefined
tho not for this you tarry
something here won’t wait –
I love your smile
as sunlight
through the pines

. . .

in a story one night ~

02 Monday Mar 2020

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rememberedhere

did you write
of my touch –
in a story one night
did you dream
of these years
worn away

did you swear
every memory
was mine to infer
each promise –
as light
just returning
to day

is my name
but a prayer –
at the end of your life
my heart –
but a place
still to know

do you miss
me sometimes –
do your eyes fill with tears
when reflecting
on moments
let go
don’t let go

. . .

some kind of crazy ~

14 Tuesday Nov 2017

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stillme

am I some kind of crazy
I wonder sometimes
as I devour
what’s left
of your leaving

luckies and lipstick
walnuts and wine
who would dare say
there’s something
not right

with the way
we were going –
the ways that we came
from places too far
to begin
here again

to speak
without speaking
to know just the same
of fire
not put out
by the passing
of days

. . .

denied the taking in ~

18 Friday Oct 2013

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somewherestill

of truth
the soul remembers
as falling
tears became
a promise made
– what more the light
might bring

settled down
these wantings –
of cedar planks
and pine
songs are writ
to circles –
angels sing

back into
the starting
and who would blame
our grief
for seasons
thrice denied
the taking in

winter pulls
the shadowed moon
with longing
for the first –
willing only this –
to love again

. . .