sleeping dog
smiles
runs with joy
cloudy eve
leaves
raindrop songs
thoughts drift
above
landscapes serene
no stars
shine
but light
radiates
candlelight hums
tabletop
the evening
your smile
reflects
my anticipation.
Daily Archives: December 31, 2014
when you sang
Woven
Those things that still hang
taken to the grave, buried
the grief… sorrow… and
even the love
with those last words
that echo
the darkness,
stitching that holds you
down, “…whenever I look
at you…”
and how the variants
contrasted
now only stones
in the garden
fossils that mark
the loose
connection,
a connection
none-the-less
knit and pearled
a sweater
that now
hangs
the closet hook,
its emblem
a reminder
like distant memories
snowy and cold,
the spiders
that clung
to the frosted window
and the glow
from the evening
light that creeps
the door’s gaps,
threads it all
like
rivers that run wild
fiercely
they pass
on untamed stories
in
hushed and
luscious tones
woven for you
a shell to wear
the winter
of these days.
pieces
unexplained
of the finest
these moments
transform energy
blooms compassion
with little hands
half-closed eyes
gently
steps aside
my fragile heart
begins a new song
with graceful
dancing smiles
notes
passed
along other roads
where trees
always
sway poetry
in gentle breezes
and your love
not contained
carries the river
touches bare feet
of children playing
sandy shoes
that line the door
warm cocoa memories
rich laughter
like kindness
unexplained
she sleeps
the fine line
you were so small crossing the bridge
your hand hidden in mine, fingers close round
and the rickety bridge with missing boards
the little creek singing up from below
somehow the cave at the end of the trail
seemed so much larger and darker then
such adventures unexpected were born
that summer when you were only eight
the hope returns now in Sophia’s laughter
with the same smile and little hands
that hold the dreams of our fine lines
passed down from mother to child
like the stories we told and lullabies
soothing the wrinkled days we find hope
connecting us all to each other again for
in the dreams of tomorrow, she sleeps
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walking shoes
in that unknown
what might be
steps fall
before the dawn
walking halls
while seconds
tick again
inside the
feelings
begin to
take form
surface and
gasp
their first
breath
with that
piercing
cry while
in the corner
of such a
manicured
scene lies
abandoned
the gems
once cherished
now locked
behind
cedar walls
with
old photos
of a love
what could
have been
lost to
things
unknown
and searching
turns you now
pleadingly
toward
western skies
in that
sweet unknown
twisting for
what might be
again