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becoming, cherokee, connection, destiny, dreams, grace, gravel roads, life, living, love, nature, old maps, passion, reason, relationship, restless, spirit, star crossed, strength, truth, wandering, wonder
spirits curse
to know the pain
beyond the silk of scars
no more these pangs
of innocence
of wishes raised to stars
a last request
for healing hands
would come as need to prayer
before the cross
(forgiven now)
when left our love
somewhere
as joy
restored from wandering
down this lonesome road (begin)
would cleave us to another
else we choose this way
again
to lace the night
with ribbons
else the poet wonder why
we dreamed
that we were angels lost
silver birds
against the sky
tornadoday 
very nice! I loved the imagery, the wording, good rhythm and flow….. and the love of those “silver birds”, Linda
…’and yet anohter’ comment I never received. Thank you, Linda. Your kindness is so refreshing (which was why I felt like i was in a fog when I wasn’t seeing anything from you). I should have investigated sooner. ~ Love you, B
Ahhhhhhhh, like cool water to the thirsty. You have laced the night with ribbons and I still wonder at it! Excellent work. ~D
……… ahhhhhhhhhh……….the better to find your way home, my dear one…….. 🙂 Thank you, Dan. ~ Bobbie