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rest
and I will find my way
into your favored dreams –
where feathers sail
and angels wait your will
the wind that is your calling
and I – a song you knew –
rest and I will find you
in places
I have loved
dream
and I (renewed)
shall rise
without the vow you kept
would never speak
of then –
tho sweeter now –
forever pleads our destinies –
ashes of the throne
where I am you
and you are come
again
stay
and in the years denied –
remember our december –
scarlet leaves
surrendered to the snow –
death within the darkness
concedes as life begins –
kiss the lips
that miss you
the taste that is
your name
tornadoday 
There is always such great deep passion that resonates throughout your words…they bring the true meaning of love to life allowing them to dance through the fields of our minds. Another gem, Bobbi!
Thank you so much, Wendell. Coming from you, that is indeed a compliment. ~ Love, Bobbie
Scarlet leaves in the snow is so symbolic of the life-blood of love that defies death. Remember our December — I love how the words sound and reverberate. Love, Dee
Dee, thank you for this wonderful comment. It’s funny, isn’t it? I have words that I absolutely love (which is pretty obvious to anyone who reads me). Words like remember, forsaken, another, and surrender. But there are other words that I delight in saying (most of which are southern, I admit) like Savannah, Montgomery, Baton Rouge, sweetgum, lilac, and bittersweet. Beyond that, the sound of months ring true in many ways for they bring with them the memory of those times, those days, hours exclusive to them. My mother once asked what was my favorite time of year and I said, “I love the Fall because of football, county fairs, burning leaves, hayrides, and woodsmoke. But I love Winter for snowflakes, and bondfires, evergreen Christmas trees, choirs, and holy night. I love Spring for the bursting blooms, the morning dew, fresh cut grass, and suntans. I love the Summer for seashores, flipflops and sweat, junebugs and fishing holes. I love them all the BEST……. Thank you for reminding me of all these things. Truly, thank you, Dee. ~ Love, Bobbie