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When the light has come
and here
on dusty shelves
I claim my past with you ~
(the breath of spring)
I shall fill my lungs at last ~
and write my name
in colors of this dawn
of summertime and locust bloomed
in swirls of aubergine
Nights were cool
‘cept when I touched your skin ~
constellations etched
from blade to bade
Was there I knew another life ~
the life I love again
tornadoday 
I love the passion in each line…it took me to another place of perfection in moments that were long escaped from! It reads like a beautiful song!
Wendell, you honor me with your kindness (and with your rocket responses to my words). I am indebted…..and blessed. Thank you so much! ~ Love, Bobbie
Seasons inspire us all – This was a joy to read. Lesley
Thank you, Lesley. I suspect beyond love and death, nothing inspires like the seasons (but the again, maybe they’re the same thing). ~ Love, Bobbie
Amazing poem.
Thank you so very much, my kind and generous friend. ~ Love, Bobbie
lovely portrayal of spring — “dawn of summertime”. Beautiful all in all!
Thank you, dearest Dee. Always, I feel a rush of joy when I see you’ve paid me a visit. Have a wonderful day. Much love, Bobbie
I find this ethereal poem to be a wonderful metaphor for how we resided with the Creator in Spirit before our physical births and how our spirits seek Him in rejoining evermore!
I think all love is a reminder of that ONE omnipotent LOVE, from which all that matters in this world was begun. Thank you, dear Rose. ~ Much love, Bobbie
“I shall fill my lungs at last”, this and more is such a powerful statement of affirmation, so many in the poem, also in the writing of ” my name”, all so leveled with depth and history as well. It is a beautiful declaration, Bobbie, love-Linda
Linda, I dare to say that learning to love is the same as learning to breathe or learning to speak. It is the language of the soul, and while we are born with knowledge of it, we grow away from it and so when it finds us, we learn anew. But always it finds us………and even in our darkest days, it sits by our side and grieves with us. Thank you, dear one……….. You are such a blessing and I am thankful for your presence here and your love (which I feel). ~ Always, Bobbie