please ~

11 Thursday Jul 2013

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stay
tho I won’t beg you
one more story
might you tell
one more star
to catch me sleeping
where I fell

one and then
another –
I can’t promise
where they’ll end
til morning breaks –
and there I ask
again

please
and for another
might I give
of all I own
– or save my tears
for leaving lest you go

somewhere
near –
daylight creeps
across an empty bed
hearts prepare for keeping –
words we
left unsaid

. . .

beloved ~

09 Tuesday Jul 2013

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flush me with stone
to depths gently whispered
a polish too bright
to behold
as journey made over
and over anew
warmed by the rushing
as one with the cold

pour me to seasons
with no way returning
gathered as beating blue fins
neath a wave
with courage of something
much deeper
than telling
of destiny waiting to save

break to my bosom
steal me to wander
out past the reaches
of wishes –
the moon
to places of wilderness
heaven made holy –
by egret
otter
and loon

sail me
on slats
of maple and cedar
chart of my course
by the stars
departed from skies
foretold by our fathers –
to harness my will
from afar

sing me to home
with psalms of the river
blackbird and beetle
nature defends
a name by my going
is forged into memory
by ocean
myrtle
and wind

. . .

summer sense ~

08 Monday Jul 2013

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eighteen miles
from where I first
gave to love
a name –
I lay my burdens
down here
by the fence
wrapped in yellow flowers
a favored cotton gown
was painted up the same
as summer sense

pushed apart
by two and fro –
‘tween the rusty briar
of captive wheat
to wishing fell away
took a chance
on leaving –
of every place we wanted
to lay us down
(to find us lost)
this way

silver morning
slppers –
such a simple treasure
of questions meant
for this –
for answers known
wrapped in yellow sheeting
kept us here much longer
than harvest moons
to carry –
winter home

. . .

to feel this way ~

08 Monday Jul 2013

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when tomorrow
I’ve forgotten
– how it feels
to feel this way
a fleeting sweet reminder
shall remain –

when years
are let behind me
as sunrise to my birth
will I fear no more
to letting go –
with memory
of the first

I knew of love
(be brave my heart)
a moment held by grace
would e’er I come
to speak aloud
– of miracles
retraced

when held apart
by distances –
miles and seasons true
silence fell to words –
the best
of you

forever this
to breech the night –
another living come
in colors
I remember –
shining
every one

. . .

silent strains ~

06 Saturday Jul 2013

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lead me
soft –
this quiet calling
as willing to belong
floats the night
so tenderly
to song

veil of pretense
chords of light –
hands prepared to play
hearts to listen
distant drums
as borders rubbed away

silver green
eternal dawn –
another place I go
sweet the night
to pass between –
awakening
my soul

. . .

more than I remember ~

06 Saturday Jul 2013

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tempt me now
to softer rhyme –
was come of word to still your tongue
eager fingers speak of pleasures –
trace the verses
we’ve become

evermore
as I shall keep you
begged to wander my delight –
kisses (more than I remember)
are secrets worn away
by night

fragile words
with strength to save me
loving rhythms – ancient creed
songs of you so sweetly whispered
fill my soul
with silent need

. . .

something more to dream ~

04 Thursday Jul 2013

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across
into
ten million miles
wing’ed lovers fly
eager as the pull
to home –
of once familiar skies

never knew
the way –
never felt the same
was something more to dream
to love
as I was loving you –
every mile between

as memory
committed now –
to feel what is your song
the weathered beat
of rhyme
is versed – equaled
by my own

as thunder
rushed from lightning
falling back in time
the universe has made
a place –
for leaving words
behind

. . .

not so very ~

03 Wednesday Jul 2013

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how near
the moment
passed outside
the window left undone
worlds apart –
yet only here makes sense

the distance
not so very –
as the promise of once more
were spirits come
to witness us
again

between the next
the last of never
was – a midnight pause
sighs are met with wonder
what we might

do with one more lifetime
trade for one more night
forgiven now
the sun
to leave us blind

of falling in
or coming back
no other to consider
the truth was always here –
and I was home

stay awhile
don’t be shy
I’ll share with you
my mother –
years will find
us closer anyhow

touch
enough for memory
will swell my heart
the moon-
save this place
perfecting us
to love

somewhere
eyes are watching
the heavens
for a sign –
winds to bear me
easy
to your arms

. . .

spark ~

02 Tuesday Jul 2013

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even now
I wish
there were things
that you knew
of places I go
to wander the night
might you see
without sight
like ten thousand before
as spark to the empty –
a star beyond light

as a place
of beginning –
fields standing bare
with will for another
hurt to erase
the memory of ruin
is burdened by grief –
by prayers
never heard –
unspoken to grace

would nature
return
as the first
light was come –
without reason or want
for the falling into
a story awaiting
your hand at the pen
making truth of the darkness
what is seen –
what is knew

. . .

breaking again ~

01 Monday Jul 2013

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ease me to going
carried once more –
as ash on the lips
of a far away wind
grieve
not the leaving
bear not the blame
or sit long the night
with my name

forgiven
the passage
of death into light
in breaking again
to living I came –
sworn to remember
the sorrows I’ve known
to ease one –
another we waited
this long

to be
as in being
a promise once made
to ease of the ache –
a salve
to the pain
to listen
(I listen)
I hear what you say
as I lie awake
crying
your tears

. . .