As promise given
soul to soul –
as sunlight to the shadows –
would for the truth
I burst into a flame –
and leave my mark of cinder –
charcoal
memories etched –
How could I know
the rest of me
was you
Before the past
is ever passed
as futures to uncover –
a moment there
pretending not to be –
A breath in time
but I confess
forever stretched to fill it –
leaving thought
to keep the days
between
Eternity –
a place began
by whispers sworn to silence
Dare I speak
and hear your voice again.
Words can never garner
a story so familiar –
you close your eyes
and I resign to sleep
tornadoday 
This is a beautifully written poem, it invokes deep images, feeling and story told with heart. I loved it, Love to you, Linda
Thank you, Linda! I am thrilled you do, as so many have! Sometimes I write things that I’m even envious of me for writing! 😉 This is one! Thanks again, my dear one. Much love, Bobbie
“How could I know the rest of me was you…” This is absolutely beautiful Bobbie. People often ask how do you know if you’re in love? You know…
The bigger question would be how do you not know?!! As I sometimes say, ‘there are things I know and things I KNOW’. 🙂 Thank you, Jeannie. I’m so very glad you like this. Love, B
There are so many lines in your poem that i love…but what i love most is its entirety! Great job!
Thank you so much, Wendell. Funny, but that’s the same thing I love about your comment! ♡ Bobbie
True soulmates celebrated here–the rest of me being you! Wonderful!
Yes, although I truly believe we are all soulmates – stars, whales, and crickets – brothers and sisters born of love. Nice to meet you, soulmate! Love, Bobbie