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had I known of this
before the morning after came –
before the touch
was mine to change the rest
had I known of time
when nothing else
mattered (but the moments)
– would I have listened
when the warning came
to run
when the way was blocked
and ivy weaved in weeds
across my path –
when wonder filled a place (I didn’t know)
when came to me the reason
every question I allowed
– dreams of blue horizons
filled my soul
had I known the cost
for every care –
and vows I couldn’t keep
was there one I knew before –
I’ll come again
resolved to every breath anew
to change before I changed –
to save myself
from falling (let me fall)
when skin forgets
the arms that held –
words when none were said –
when years have gathered
all I have to give –
wish on me (a fabled star)
as vapor holds the flame
sleep
and I shall find you –
e’er you dream

Very beautiful in quality and moving thoughts and passions…it embraces the soul!
Dearest Wendell, my heart soars every time I see your comments……. Thank you for the gift that is your vision and your compassion. ~ Love you, B
Real moments of shared love are ALWAYS worth it! Love itself is always present and never disappears.
Indeed…….for if it did, it has to right to be called love………. 🙂 Thank you, dearest Rose. My love to you, Bobbie
Loved it! Must repeat a special part to me!!when skin forgets the arms that held –
words when none were said -when years have gathered all I have to give –
wish on me (a fabled star) as vapor holds the flame……Oh Bobbie you are such a gifted writer; amazing images and sensory moments just keep tumbling out of you! Love, Linda
Dearest Linda, I am so touched by your comment. I wish these were words without meaning to you, but I would guess that you’d never trade the ache if it meant trading the holding. Love you always, Bobbie
Forever and always remember the love…I know I repeat myself Bobbie, but you keep doing it again and again…this is beautiful. It goes right into the folds of the soul and lingers. xox Jeannie
Dearest Jeannie, thank you so much. I sometimes feel like I’m stuck on the wheel…….but as long as kindred souls find my words, they’ll find me. Truly, I am grateful for your kindness and the gift of your time. ~ Always, Bobbie
Love the rhythm of the words, the depths of feeling, the nostalgic voice of the poem. “Sleep and I shall find you”— sigh!
Indeed………….although there are times when the thought is more “sleep and I will wake your butt up”………..LOL! But then again, that wouldn’t be nearly as romantic, would it? 😀 Love you and thank you, Dee. ~ B
Indeed not! Love, Dee 🙂