Beget

I will remember

this innocence

tattered by life and broken

dead

grace be damned

and fathered still

I will remember

though knowing too late

the father loss pain

of his begetting

Epiphany

Words divide the sides,

felt and heard without soul or face.

Life though breathes

embodied now

Epiphany

traveled in foreign lands

beyond lines and limits

under stars out of reach

while love divine walks close.

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