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becoming, connection, destiny, dreams, fearless, grace, living, love, nature, spirit, strength, truth, wandering, wisdom
forgotten now
the plan to dream
within the web of waking
to chase away the demons
from my door
to touch with care
the shadow’s snare
as tied to me – they wander
forsaken every thought
of holding on
what skillful trade
of turning truth
in perfect imperfection
from one – another way
reveals my own
undaunted
by the sleepless flight
spinners knit the darkness
blind but for these hands
to know their way
seamstress
of divine intent
fitted me for longing –
has stretched
my lowly threads
to catch the dream
tornadoday 
I loved this, my oh “seamstress of divine intent fitted me for longing”….! this and so much more just bliss to read and follow words that tempt me to wander after them!
…and my words would be blessed if you did, dear Linda. I am so honored that you find a familiar strain in their song. Thank you hardly seems sufficient…but words are sometimes lacking what we want to say. ~ Love you, Bobbie
when reading your poems i become hooked, and I always embrace every word until the end! There is a ryhthm that carries the thoughts of one on a joyous serene ride. A beautiful poem
Your presence within my virtual world is enough…….enough to know your heart, dear Wendell. Thank you. ~ Love, Bobbie
Ah yes, the dream catcher, another beautiful poem.
Yes, you see! I thought to name this dream catcher but it seemed a little too……well, you know! 🙂 Thank you, Vanessa. ~ Love, B
My children have dream catchers, it’s a beautiful concept.
Yes…… As one of Cherokee descent, I am captivated by both their beauty and their legend. Thanks, V.