a place beneath ~

26 Friday Jul 2013

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would give myself
I don’t know how –
of direction left to go
forgiven me a lie I understood
the lessons made
of leaving –
words don’t taste the same
time has left me waiting
as it should

touch reserves
a place beneath
the places I’ve become –
something I can’t tell
the way it is
as much a part
as red run deep
as dark my sleep to fear
dreams are nothing I’m prepared
to miss

seems as though
the past recalls –
just a road I took from here
returning to a destiny
I knew
sweet the folded
almost map –
tucked inside my heart
roads are meant to find me
finding you

. . .

clearly ~

15 Monday Jul 2013

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were the waters
still
and clearly –
my symentry undone
stones once thrown
as ripples now
are come

reminding me
of faraways
and seasons I was able
to hold you
one last breath
beneath the wake

as winds
defy my mem’ry
storming now the gate
pushed against my door
to let you in

where lies
an everafter –
of moments
held in place
when swore our hearts to stay
beyond the reach

of destinies
– forgotten now
we write their will anew
rocks are thrown
– and still I hear
the sea

. . .

immaculate ~

14 Sunday Jul 2013

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she wakes
and I am waiting
the meaning of her sighs
as pink and yellow ribbons
to the wheat
washing now
in rivers – of divine
her mysteries
fill the soul
deciding
not to sleep

she loves
and I am willing
one more life
this one to save –
another time
for other loves
the same –
scarlet brush of passion
marks a morning sky
angels weep
with memory of night

she sees
and I am ever
as a child into her fold
pressed against the bosom
of her sin
carried as a baby would
let me lead –
I will
know as she is knowing
of the truth
she wakes
within

. . .

memory of knowing ~

29 Saturday Jun 2013

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in a voice
as soft
my dreams become
a memory of
knowing
tho who can hear –
I speak
not loud enough
swept upon
a whisper – secrets
loosed by living
– song is poured
into the place
I love

. . .

sunset ~

17 Monday Jun 2013

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he saved for her
the sunset
he’d been painting (all his life)
as crimson bled
to orange
purple green
a lover’s rite
reflections of the day
he found her standing
near the shore
held her (without speaking)
brushed a dress
of finest oil
silken sable
tipped with gold
steady made her curls
she came to him each night
as was created
other worlds beneath the canvas
(was there life
beyond this one)
he heard the shutters heave
the rafters roar
calmed again the artist’s storm
he found the solace (her)
meadow green
with silver shoes
and palest pink (her stutter)
took his breath
and held him close
in pools of cocoa bean
he knew her
every (blush of) imperfection
had painted her in places
always new
this world of his
how far away
twilight had confessed
to midnight hue
where sunset fell
in shadows (she is waiting)
sapphire blue

. . .

enough to remember ~

13 Thursday Jun 2013

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carve me to winter
the softest white cedar
make of my heart
a box by your bed
string me to star-bound
signs of ascension
souvenirs fell
in moments of bliss

pull of my passions
enough to remember –
and wrap every limb
with ribbon just so
dream me from memory
magpie and marble
wake me the night
– my name on your lips

. . .

your keeping ~

10 Monday Jun 2013

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pour me out
a river –
one ocean at a time
set with no direction
(but the sea)
fill my veins
warm the course
of love along my banks
rains are falling (lifetimes)
into me

pour me out
a thimble –
quench me
with your thirst
fill me with your keeping
(every tide)
caught between eternities
home to ancient shores
bless’ed moon –
(my emptiness) to hide

pour me out –
a tender heart
take of me (your fill)
with stories of a time
before you came
pour the truth –
(take the truth)
emptied to the night
stars are burning (somewhere)
– fill me now
to flame

. . .

here I remember ~

09 Sunday Jun 2013

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despite my hesitation
I’ve discovered where you were
e’en now my fingers
roll o’er aching boards
fumble with the presence
of something
I can’t see –
takes my breath
and skips my heart a beat
of consequence
I’ve known to curse
the way that time concedes
tho maybe this –
my way of missing me
an evermore
I’ll never know
to ease my hurts this way
tracing now the tender chords
where once your music
played

. . .

threads into silk ~

09 Sunday Jun 2013

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of scars
all but faded
the beginning is lost –
no reminder is left
of the pain
of stories we started
forgotten us now
were given us choice
to remain

more than a few
are sealed within lies –
a place I was going
when fell by the way
given to truth
I thought would oblige
souvenirs kept
with the blade

crisscross
remember –
threads into silk
moments reweaved
by their coming apart
letters have worked their way
into skin –
scars running clean
to the heart

. . .

parallel me ~

06 Thursday Jun 2013

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woke the heart
to thunder –
e’er this might be the day
I’d sleep til noon
and never say your name
never want
for more than this –
silence wrapped in sheets
daylight pulling breath
across my bars

once before
and here am I –
agreed another sun
for knowing you
how long the leaving for
midnight
seems to have no say
hands to trace the clock
rain is falling
somewhere
I can tell

of places
there’s another
universe the same –
though not so much
for grieving
roses bloom
sapphire to an endless sky
pillows seldom talk
– morning comes
and I’m not missing you