barefoot...

she stepped

out

of herself

barefoot

following the trail
of broken memories
crumbling beneath

her feet
like so many

brittle leaves
in the fall

memories tainted
blood stained
buried in the
bitter cold
of yesterday

still
she walked

barefoot

into
spring

.

.

.

the garden...

like the frigid brushes
of winter’s demise upon
the barren trees so, too,
my longing for what was wanes

between my legs
the heat of summer rushes
in crimson torrents of love’s
faded memories

my fertile heart now ploughed
waiting the kiss of spring
and the blooming of love anew

with

you

.

.

.

the heart of autumn...

like autumn leaves
naked
brittle
and
frail
strewn against their will
by whispers of winter
so too her thoughts of him
lying long dormant

now weave their way
on the winds of time
into her days and nights
days without light
nights without end
without him
leaving her heart
naked
brittle
and
frail
like autumn leaves

.

.

.
[re-posted from words unspoken]

tarnished skies...

tarnished skies

and languished lives
line the shelves of
forgotten dreams
and dastardly schemes
grinding down each

tiny tear of hope           
leaving only love’s
raw reflection
of gnawed bone
the skeleton of what was
baring its bleached heart
gleaming now in the light
of the moon

as i sleep
.
.
.

in homage to "invisible memories"...

UNCOVERED KEEPSAKES

things kept
things covered up
keeping things

one of a kind
trinkets of time
trinkets of mine
now just a shrine

once tucked away
not to be seen by the light of day

things i kept
as i wept

pieces of mine
pieces of time

threadbare thoughts
kept for naught

a ring of love left unworn
lives apart shredded and torn

a string of words left unsaid
love unlived left for dead

a strand of memory left unfilled
might as well have all been killed

things i keep
while i still weep

these are the keeping things
things covered up

keepsakes 

for my heart’s sake...

~

- a friend recently wrote so beautifully and hauntingly of invisible memories at his post paint it black -

his memories remind me of my own

about which i wrote last year and re-post here

in homage to all those invisible memories

of us all

~

pieces of me from yesteryear...

if i but could

take the hurt
from out the wound
that lingers there
if i but could
take the rage
from out the deep
that dwells within
if i but could
take the sorrow
that sucks your life
away
if i but could
my love
 i surely
would

~

take my arms
my love
shelter from
the storm

you need
not ask
my love
for what
is mine
is yours

take my lips
my love
taste till
you are filled

you need
not want
my love
for they are mine
to give

take my heart
my love
we need not
ever part

you need
not need
my love
for love is
mine to give

there are no strings attached
no chains to hold you here

for love, my love,
my only claim

~

you take my breath away
i cannot help but stare

there is no end in sight
to the love i see there

i cannot help but stare

for you were always there
just a touch away

but it took love
to turn the night away

i cannot help but stare
~

.

.

.

.

.

[there is another little yesteryear piece of me below - at voices from 1975]

keepsakes of a gypsywoman...

things kept
things covered up
keeping things

one of a kind
trinkets of time
trinkets of mine
now just a shrine

once tucked away
not to be seen by the light of day

things i kept
as i wept

pieces of mine
pieces of time

threadbare thoughts
kept for naught

a ring of love left unworn
lives apart shredded and torn

a string of words left unsaid
love unlived left for dead

a strand of memory left unfilled
might as well have all been killed

things i keep
while i still weep

these are the keeping things
things covered up

keepsakes 

for my heart’s sake...

she reaches...

she reaches 

down
down 

into

her darkness
to hold onto
to grasp
to reach
the unreachable
his love
lived

but
she reaches
nothing
nothing
that can be
it has all been
lost at sea
the sea of
what never could be

and 

still

she

r
e
a
c
h
e
s

kissed...

by the darkness

of times gone by

i wait...

.

thy will be done...

autumn comes

thy will be done

lifeless leaves loose their grip

falling now for that final trip

swept to the shore by whispers of dreams

float away in swirls blue and green

soft subtle shadows rush to the night

calling your name in love's lost light

and so many memories of you

what am i to do
 autumn comes