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1000 Tents Away (for Nick)

 


 
 
 
 
1000 Tents Away ~ For Nick

 

Are you real or is this a dream

from whence all the breaths
and whispered prayers brought you
like an over eager child I had waited
finding not you but trouble and empty quiet skies
the proof of God was in your arrival
that is what the little girl believed
always alone, I sat and smiled 
as good girls should
always with the quiet promise
of you
of God
where are you
please come now
the young girl in me whispered
feathered into the summer's night air
again and again
heart ache after heart ache
thinking it was you each time 
but feeling that it wasn't
knowing it wasn't
a mirror and me
alone and together we faced ourselves
day after day
summer after summer
eyes connected
one cold glassy version
one warm, soft figure
beaded with hope
rivers from green pools
landing on cold porcelain
I should have know it was you when you arrived on paper
so many moons later
maybe I did
maybe you did too
deceived,we ran for cover in each other's arms
again and again
until our wings would shelter each other
where we would grow together
waking the love
illuminating the truth
the bond of me
the bond of you
of the new us we had longed for
love, deep delicious love
beating like a bird's wings
on its first flight
the feel of your skin
your body folding around mine
for comfort, for safety and assurance
I am set free with each day of your love, my darling
I am held fast and firm with each new commitment
unteathered at last from old roots of fear
old stories from tents of Indians
that left me alone and afraid
in foreign lands among strangers
that were my family
then you
out of the fire
and the starry night
a spiral of smoke
a thunder of horses
I'm coming for you,Tara
I'm coming
sleep in the safety of that, my dear one
and so I did
and for years
I swam in it
drank from it
slept beside it
walked alone with you
your sky
your stars
your promise
and I believed
always, I believed you
in the dark now
I need only your whisper
Tara...Tara...
pushing my long hair to the side
you trace your finger down my brown back
and back up
my neck
my whispies
all yours now
a warm foot reaches
hopeful across a sea of white
a soft sigh and a nudge to roll over 
to come to you
my breath
yours
warm wet words
soft promised kisses
a smiling harvest moon
peaks through the window
illuminating your face
I'm home....
I'm home, Tara
and the innocent six year old
still within me
whispered in your ear...
I knew it was you

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Comment by Tara Klinges on June 26, 2012 at 2:20pm

You all are so sweet for sharing! mucho mucho love

Comment by Maryanne Mesple on June 24, 2012 at 5:22pm

Tara, your words are like strokes of paint on a canvas. Beautiful, expressive, compelling, pulling words that  leave me wanting more ...

Excellent

Comment by wiffledust on June 20, 2012 at 1:48am

i'm so excited to see all this feedback on something written from the heart like this. the work people do and share is precious and it's one of our purposes here to take the time to experience what the others share. so i thank you guys for taking the time to care about another's art!

Comment by Maryrose Orlans on June 19, 2012 at 8:50pm
Beautiful! I could "see" it all!!
Comment by Tara Klinges on June 19, 2012 at 8:24pm

That makes me feel wonderful!!! Thank you~

Comment by Maggie Friend on June 19, 2012 at 8:12pm

Yes.  The imagery and the pacing really pull the reader into the experience of this piece.

Comment by James Foster on June 19, 2012 at 7:19pm

I enjoyed this and I could visual it all as the words passed by.

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