Time

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Lived as if traveled

from place to another space.

Felt as if stricken or lost in a fading dream

Forgotten always in bliss and love-

slower and slower in gasps of hope.

A whirl and window

until a story becomes in time,

beauty at last.

Promise year: 42

To have and to hold “will not last long”

too messy, too young they said

yet 42 promise years later,

we stand each whole

and yet one.

Lost often in transitions of life and being

Found tired and tried

But always true to the journey

One breath at a time of I Love You’s.

Roots

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Rain heavy leaves

surviving the fall

spine fractured and severed high,

alive only in memory of a collective grace.

With  dreams of new life budding

in leaf soaked earth,

roots nurture all of life 

Mother kissed 

birthing a new haven.

Enchanted

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A story lives in the shape of things

words in the walls

left unspoken or unheard.

A memory in the feel of the air

blowing through time

trapped in a trinket or touch.

A heart holds tight with a tear or a smile

enchanted

in the wisps and wonder

of lover speak.

 

New Mexico 8/2014