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where –
and I am there again
fell between the story
and the pen –
caught inside a wish you let to go
higher than an angry moon
remembered me (somehow)
a fog – a shade of grey
that was your eyes
they say it’s gone – it can’t be done
but here you are
and there I am within –
hopeless every time I’ve tried –
to live outside my longing
but I wonder even now
why I would want to say goodbye –
to feel you gone away
when there’s a place you are
a warmth (I beg you stay) –
for all that was
will bring me back (again)
when the rain is come
I’ll remember once (a sunny day)
when you kissed this mouth
and the taste of secrets shared
(they are the same)
there’s a song and there are moments –
a silence I love best
for it’s there between the twilight
and the fiddle –
that I hear your sigh –
the cool that is your breath
where –
and I am there again
fell between the story
and the pen –
caught inside a wish
you let to go
I can almost hear the rhythmic voice of the poem, which is so stirring. The voice of love that never leaves, never lets go. Beautiful, Bobbie!
neva eva……. LOL! Thanks, Dee. ~ Love you, Me
“where –
and I am there again
fell between the story
and the pen” – Sunk in like a hook! You caught me! Excellent. ~D
Lucky me! And look at you – did you grow a beard over the weekend? 😀