returned ~

23 Saturday Mar 2013

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now and then
a moment glows
flush against the sun –
burning through the places
once you lived
blazing through your windows
ashes raining down
setting sheets to fire –
a fan to flames

now and then
another birth
and I’m restored to love
within a choice
would will the past undone
fragile as the curtains raised
sweet upon the day
scattering my sins
into the night

now and then
forgotten here
the taste of other names
tho sometimes
I’m assured
they linger still –
a voice beneath my silent tongue
singing me to flight
times before
returning –

every now
and then

. . .

of a dreamer ~

21 Thursday Mar 2013

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to sleep
drifting in oblivion
to forget
wrapped in a black velvet promise
where time is measureless
a stationary orbit
or an endless trajectory spun in light years
like the fluttering eyes
of the dreamer
obsessed
coaxing temporary images
that lure this soul in silent confession
to transcend this yearning
with tear stained pillows
to inspire desire
to recall those souvenirs offered so briefly
upon waking
swiftly
to remember the embers
before they tumble over chalk white cliffs
where the air swirls smoke filled bubbles
exploding with sunlight
to just opened eyes
spying reality
to wish for another patch of darkness
where revelations sit
and the galaxy of longing
sparkles as brightly
as a shooting star

. . .

kisses more ~

18 Monday Mar 2013

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wait for me
much longer –
than now the story is
when life became
much harder to resist
ten thousand games
another name
decided from the start
when I was queen
and you –
the king of hearts

built our dreams
from make believe –
one telling at a time
feathers bent to walls
and kisses more
than window
and wysteria –
gates of broken down
fit together passions
for a floor

patched a piece
of weathering –
leaned against the sky
climbed me up
the ladder of your lust –
wondered then
of what would hold
and where the rain
would pool

we’d build a
kitchen there
in shades of blue

jelly jars
of autumn light –
crowns we might have worn
asleep with
purple marbles
in our hands –
trusted for another time
to find the future come

parting now the stars
we knew
by name

. . .

warmer ~

18 Monday Mar 2013

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the butterflies
are drifting –
as are stolen winter wings
were fated by a snowflake
left to die

northern
their progression
higher mountains
richer wines
tho journeyed now
to blossoms not quite bloomed

will doom the flame
from flaring –
the moth to circling
round about
in seasons
without home

who shall say
of these to loss
we might have saved them when
before we gave of lives
we didn’t know

gathered
as a blue bouquet
in treetops of the clouds
swimming out
beyond the evening fog

folded
to a hurried prayer
spoke before the sun
left to grieve
our souls –
another dawn

. . .

blur ~

15 Friday Mar 2013

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was a moment
of surrender –
when fall became
the spring
as juniper –
a clash of snowy flakes

songs that I remember
in the silence
sang to me
a fallen lark
of nature’s arguing

o’er what was his
and where was mine
in all this circumstance
inchworms blur
the pages –
bleed the vine

tiny yellow seeds
are just
beyond my touch
tho sometimes
I can hear them in my sleep

making plans
for summer –
found a ribbon yesterday
will bind my heart
to petals
when they fall

. . .

melody ~

13 Wednesday Mar 2013

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some day –
and there
forever speaks
in words we understand
pardoned by our differences –
true to one command

ignoring every reason
to betray these ties we own
when given one
our brother still –
tis more than flesh and bone

the sparrow
in his crowded roost
the locust just below
creatures all
but beating yet
a melody we know

was breathed to each
to make us one –
restores our faith to see
beyond the strain of living
is here –
eternity

in golden boughs
and tender haunts
our legacy begins –
as life beyond our living
comes the story
without end

forgotten curse
of seasons passed
in bitterness
and pain
gathered now
with earnest –
the reasons to remain

as part
of all –
within this grace
of places we define
no greater love
than giving –
shall tend the soul
divine

. . .

from here ~

13 Wednesday Mar 2013

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from the first
I knew of loving –
was a truth
I swore to find
cowboy boots
and hand me down
sheets hung on the line

amazing grace
and one more taste
of night
before the dawn
promise poured to places
rarely seen
finger painted fortunes
prophets tell about –
heaven waits confession
of our dreams

a star or two
you never knew –
the universe from here
come the flame
I know by name
when nights are cold
and clear

melody of mandolins
as fireflies are spilled
– lanterns
glowing gold above the fields
wishes made
for more than time –
mapping worlds beyond
a compass pointing
gently to our need

take my hand
the water’s cold
the rocks just close enough
to memorize creation
in a fallen
constellation

– as seekers trace
the light to know
our love
…

the same as I ~

12 Tuesday Mar 2013

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across
into this southern still
wherein the last wild goose
has flown –
stretched against the beating drum
distance melts to psalm
played again
on northern flutes
and meant to save
us all

alone
to pen these letters few
will speak of all I know
ancients leaving feathers
on the lawn
whistle as the lessons fall
eager to the rise
stories there
where graces come to word –
memories are stirred
the same as I

steady
as the twilight
perched upon the fence
watches past the time
where life begins to never end
sweeps to reams of maple
every mention
of goodbye –
lullabys we never knew
echo through the dark

rapture wrapped in arms
of evergreen

. . .

wishes blown ~

11 Monday Mar 2013

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almost gone
the clover died
in one last dream
of heaven
and wrapped his chilly legs
around a sigh

waiting
as the autumn winds
were blown across his cap
and dried into
a fated hesitation

of one more time
of wishes blown
summer to his side
and gathered round his wools
for wandering

left to lie
in pastures
where the cattle know
his name –
stars are set
into the face of god

. . .

almost buttercups ~

07 Thursday Mar 2013

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February slivers
of seasons yet to warm.
Yellow clumps
of almost
buttercups –
naked damp foretelling
a pattern
of goodbyes.
Starlings burst
from towers –
stretched between.
Darkness sings
of January –
wrapped in frigid light.