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was once a night
remembered
and I awakened in the dark
for you were gone
(I hurt so bad that summer)
as in the place of wonder
I was left with silent rain
a will-o-wisp
and the memory of touch
fell away
beneath the weight
of demons
forgotten what it was
to breathe
to love
the darkness
crushed against the cold
and I thought again
to flame –
a candle raised
arm-length to the sky
names were kept
of stars I made
sparks of long ago
streams of what we wanted
sailed as whispers
to the wind –
forever keeps
a tender flare –
sacred to the night
forgotten now
the falling
into dreams

And dreams become well preserved memories that eliven our minds when they are needed for a joyful lift to our spirits! Whether they are good of bad memories…they have shaped us into what we are and deep within if you can peel away the skin, you will find shiny diamonds that will remind you of something that was special that embraced that moment making i forever special in your heart. Love it Bobbie, you always make my mind and heart travel to new places! Thanks for tha tblessing!
If I can do that, Wendell, then I should sell tickets! Your kindness always moves me to smiles! And I love smiles! ~ Always, Bobbie
The flame of love never goes completely out–it just flickers low in the night awaiting a sigh of love from the dreamer.
Indeed, dear Rose, it wraps around us like a favored quilt and warms us when the night grows cold and the wind grows still. Thank you so much. Your kind words only reinforce what I know ~ you know and have known deep and abiding love. It lives in you. ~ Love, Bobbie
dreams are kept in the treasure chest of our hearts
when it cannot be in the mundane moment, it will be in dreams
I watched the flame dance last night as I asked it questions like a pendleum..
interesting answers…..
I made a quilt not to long ago for someone….now I use it it at night to remember promises
broken…but laying beneath it….in my dreams I see why…..I understand…I empathize….
and they aren’t so broken they cannot be fixed…
but then who knows…I have a powerful imagination I am told …
Beautiful as always Bobbie…..
when my thoughts refuse to be scripted..I come here…you say my thoughts better ….
Take Care…
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love to you and your thoughts…
maryrose
Maryrose……I don’t think it takes a powerful imagination to believe in love. It just takes a strong heart, one willing to hold on and let go at the same time, always believing in the power that exists between two people (willing to fall, knowing that someone will catch us). Promises aren’t broken; I have to believe they’re just waiting their time. ~ Thank you for letting me into your heart. ~ Love you, Bobbie
I think that the flame does go out, we suffer the embers, hot ashes which last forever…..
I’m not sure it was ever a flame then. Might have been a case of hives! 😉 Just kidding. There’s a quote that I love ~ “Why are old lovers able to become friends? Two reasons. They never truly loved each other, or they love each other still. ~ We don’t change love; it changes us so that who we might have been without it ~ we’d never recognize. Thank you so much, Linda. ~ My love, Bobbie
So pretty… Xx
in dreams and memories, the flame glows on, never lost to oblivion. “forever keeps a tender flare” — beautiful as ever, Bobbie!
Dearest Dee ~ It’s a falacy in thought to think that love ever leaves. We know we are loved when the night whispers our name, and even the cold earth grieves the warmth of our feet. Thank you, dear one. ~ Love, Bobbie