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before the proof
was come to be
our faith was in forever
gave our glory to the heavens
our longing to the lake
spoke in tongues
yet never knew
the language that would save us
whispered from the depths within
as love we pushed away
quiet as a choir rests –
innocence for trading
the river for a seat beside the shore
lovers moved in perfect time
but swore the night was different
forgotten now (a time for sleep)
the dreamers couldn’t rest
prophets came
and placed the blame
on politics and passion
believers lined the eager banks
and fought the urge to curse –
thought became so tangled
we scarce could find the meaning
carved into the cedars
every evidence of word
as birch to dry
and songs where men
had never learned to listen –
sparrows stood atop the violin
and gave to these
(the worst of those)
lessons in surrender
gypsies rode an ancient flame
to resurrect the sun
beetles marched
beneath the blade
with katydid and weevil
bespoke of war
(and rumors of)
dignity and truth –
soldiers slain with harsh disdain
of what (it doesn’t matter)
reminders of forgiveness
fell in colors –
warm and green
then burned to ash
the testament –
was never ours to utter
oceans rose as rivers raced
backward to begin –
sworn to grace
each warm embrace –
would lend us back
to love
tornadoday 
this is really a striking poem! I liked so many of your phrasings and images. This was great-“whispered from the depths within
as love we pushed away”, especially as it relates to the loss of innocence and desire for love as in Our Beginnings, so deeply longed for at the end. Wonderful,Linda
My dearest Linda, you make a wonderful point about beginnings and endings. Not long ago, I was reading something and came across the line ‘I know that the first person I kissed won’t matter near as much as the last one’……..and those words, while perhaps meant as only applying to romance, well, they had a deeper meaning. It is with the advantage of reflection and experience (wisdom) that we close out this chapter. When we truly know how to live in a moment, one kiss – well, one kiss can span an eternity. Thanks again, Linda. ~ Love, Bobbie
I should say this is a classic and timeless poetry piece. I am swept in the eternal flow of love.
Thank you, Dee. While almost everything I write just comes (and I let it), this was a struggle to get to paper. I’m so very glad you like it. Thank you! ~ Love, Bobbie
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…indeed