Love poem #1 (although there have been others)

The pink and purple bled through the clouds this morning

color wicking on every strand of vapor melting across the sky

and I knew it

inside of that moment

but I also knew it

that night in our youth

when minutes stretched far and wide

and you reached through fear and longing

to hang your heart on a hook

that bore your name

or

that time when heaven cracked open

and rained grace and fairies

on the both of us below

twice

but then again

it happened just a week or so ago

You and me

gazing past the present reflected in our eyes

for a moment, seeing a future

that made us cling wildly

to the rock

that we had become

it is every day

really

all gathered up

one by one

and in one
alone
I know it

my whole life long

To Come With Hands Free

It is early morning and the pale winter sun is trying to press through the clouds. We are all caught between the darkness of sleep and the glimmering of morning and so we yawn long and wide. I sit on the couch in the spot left warm by the disobedient dog and my youngest son comes to me. Standing before me he takes my face in his hands and cups my cheeks with his lengthening fingers. His smile broadens and the corners drip love. His eyes search my face and he studies the stories that are hidden deep.

There is only this moment, it seems.

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I look in the corners of his eyes for some hint, some cosmic knowing that will reassure me, that what we are facing will not break us or undo that which we’ve spent years in the making. Oh, how everything can change in the mere tick of a clock and how loud the silence can be. That split in time, when all is suspended and we’re incapable of darting quickly this way or that, it is then that we are made, I believe. I look at him again, anxious and hopeful, and I see his eyes have crinkled and his head is tossed back and he is laughing. Laughing!

And there is only this moment, it seems.

.....join me over at SheLoves to read the rest of the story? I would love to hear your thoughts, either here or there.

Believe

“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it.” 

-Roald Dahl

There is magic stirring in the deep places

while sweaty heads sleep

and grown brows furrow

In a twinkling

up is turned down

in is flipped out

And love spills warm and gentle

into the cracks

hewn from worry

For this magic

that is unseen

It has a force

all its own

And no manner of flailing

or gnashing of teeth

No turning away

or arms crossed defiant

Can turn it away

or disfigure its

joy tinged face

with angst and vexing

No, it has come

this magic

And all we must ever do

is hear the whisper

from down deep

that says

I believe.

On love

There's a part of me that wants to tire of all this 

the not knowing, the taut glances, the silent fear

For I didn't envision

a gaping chasm between hearts

when I grabbed your hand late that night

Then, all I saw was the light from your eyes

And my youth mistook it for

the end of darkness

How could I have known

that the dancing flames 

lighting our long path

would cast shadows 

long and deep? 

I didn't think about the days when

one of us would be in front

slicing the tall grass with dull blade

while the other followed, crunching seed heads.

Nor could I have imagined the circles

our feet would trace

to avoid the center line

But the truth remains

You push me past the usual loving

And I would have never been content

in the knowing of that

in the beginning