lovers one and all ~

28 Sunday Jul 2013

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when bent the oak
to catch the sun –
the slightest truth undone
became of storms
as leaves might sometimes fall
innocence to touch the ground
truth to bear them up
wind to carry
lovers one and all

when moved the rush
of willing waves
cold their fearless cries
as dashed upon the rocks
a centaur fell
green as first the mossy banks
held their secrets long
pressed the way
along the summer swell

blossoms rest
beneath the bark –
pines are lonely here
still reach their bony fingers
toward the light –
tell me there
another tale
of where and when
and whether
we passed before
as shadows of the night

. . .

wish into word ~

24 Wednesday Jul 2013

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here
and I listen
speak and so slowly
the dark pulls away from the night
a prisoner stirs
from secrets well kept
and leans her way
into light

forgiven
to being
forgotten allegiance
even now –
my whispers are heard
in places kept safe
by coming and going
– scattered as wish
into word

stay my communion
as one shade of summer
skylight confessions
I make
flush with the shadow
of all night returning
– will love find my arms
when thought
stirs awake

. . .

prophecy ~

23 Tuesday Jul 2013

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Was a moment
I remembered –
to know we were the same
as destined
I was come
to wear your name.

Safe within
this prophecy
of light His hand to write
– stories yet becoming
of our life.

Of lifetimes
not so many –
even now the past
so dear –
as where we were
when first
I held you near.

The first to keep –
these hands to know
of graces to remember.
Love –
that first sweet breath
of spring –
still lingers
on December.

~ ~

Author’s Note: Written for the grandparents
of a dear friend – celebrating 76 years together.
Happy forever, Charley and Lyz.

. . .

every might have been ~

22 Monday Jul 2013

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would e’er the truth be hidden
in hands I long to hold
or stories known
where ending –
love begins
swept along on destinies
found our way to home –
light is folded passion
to the skin

would e’er I choose
these aches to still –
to free this sacred vow
to gather now
with will to lose the same
as blossom without berries
blackbirds sweep the sun
winds resound –
but they don’t know
my name

would e’er there be
arms so wide
would hold eternity –
or count the times returning
for a kiss
would suffer
every might have been
for one more letting go
love is come from moments
sorely missed

. . .

remembered us to dreams ~

21 Sunday Jul 2013

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time has passed
but not for me –
the tower bell still rings
and roses blush
where once you walked
with me

of moments
not so many –
tho lifetimes now it seems
between the touch
of letting go
remembered us to
dreams

I can’t be sure
(I know you know)
I will live again –
for you
echoes fill the loving dawn
as lonely falls
the dew

Author’s Note: Written for two extraordinary women –
both who suffered losses a year ago today.
May you be blessed and may this day
be a celebration of life and love that found its way
to your door. May you live within the hope
for another spring.

. . .

this time ~

20 Saturday Jul 2013

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of reasons why
and there the answers –
for time (this time)
to contemplate
the welcome wrap
of all we wanted –
destinies
remit to fate

who knows how
and I won’t tell them
you were here
tho still you are –
restless
as a nightbird calling
come – I’ve left
the door ajar

let me share
this everafter –
bring the blankets
– leave the bed
I’ll be waiting
wrapped in silence –
find me where
the stars are spread

. . .

never change ~

19 Friday Jul 2013

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of ache –
I’ve no memory
but for love remaining still
beyond this night
what sorrows shall persist
as shadows on the coming back
of all I know is true –
life is more than
names we wore –
tis moments known
of bliss

living goes
the ways of death –
tho some things never change
the autumn night
weaves flannel
on my heart
spring is written
every place –
my feet are turning green
as dandelions blowing
in the yard

were heaven need
of time or place –
I knew of you this way
where passions still –
a touch would bring me ’round
across the great dividing
beyond the evening
storm –
awaiting me
a moment to be
found

. . .

yesterdays we were ~

19 Friday Jul 2013

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forever now
eternities
waiting to become –
the same as moments
yesterdays
we were

quiet
on the meadow
as morning secrets burn
through the glass
as prisms
on your skin

stories
not pretending
tell of us somehow –
for years they’ll wonder
how it was
we knew

the moon
was surely watching –
as stardust on my breast
words I never heard
them sound
so sweet

life is come
and in the place
we’ve put aside
to keep –
sitting now in pieces –
as morning light
to love

. . .

messenger ~

18 Thursday Jul 2013

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who are you
the winter cried –
as green began to gather
taken by surprise
his woolen cloak

who are you
to come for me –
robbing me of stories
white as comfort
lay atop the sheets

who are you
with sharpened bill
to bury in my bosom –
left of times before
one seed remained

a messenger
of almost light –
December
freed of fortunes
now to break me open
with your sun

who are you
to find me here –
knowing (as you know)
tears already melted
– rivers
wear my name

. . .

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

. . .