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sleep no more
the night away
without the dream awaking
so certain you were there
outside my gate
as once (did I imagine)
I heard my name aloud
stronger every one
for moments passed
eternities within my reach
as midnight dreads the crowing
hours – but a place
to lay my head
while thoughts so often gather
by minutes unprepared
for where I go
whene’er the lights go dim
will somewhere else
my name be held
in silent hallelujahs
no whisper of regret
could speak the same
(hello) above the sigh
of wing’eds in the rafters
or stir as planets pace
familiar skies
what lowly indiscretion
has nightbirds answering
as curs’ed sheets pretend
to love me still
sleep no more
for in the want that wakes me
from my leaving –
windows open wide
to find you come
Reblogged this on Milenanik3's Blog and commented:
Great poem.When I close my eyes I can feel each and every line in my spirit..Beautiful indeed.
Lucky me, Milena. Thank you so very much. I struggled more with the last word than any other part. 😦 You honor me with your kindness and I am grateful. ~ Love, Bobbie
Who would say there were any struggle…
More I read more I see.
“..windows open wide
to find you come…”
To me it looks that You write like a breath.Ending like a “cressendo”,big finale but in so gentle imagination.Wide open windows like wide open heart.
It has been some time since I heard someone write in fragmentation.Every line has her own structure,her own meaning.Amazing what You do with words.
I am the one who is grateful for reading such beautiful poetry.
Thank you……. Well, to be honest, the initial word was as it is now but then I thought about ‘here’ but it sounded too ordinary. For a brief moment, I thought to the word ‘mine’, but reading the line made me cringe for it implied something I don’t believe. Love is not a possession. Ultimately, the first word was the right word. And ultimately, you found them. That’s what matters most. ~ Love, Bobbie
So beautiful.I almost stop breathing until end.
Thank You for sharing this beauty with us.
Be blessed.
love.milena
Thank you so much, Milena. Your words are a blessing to my day and I am grateful. ~ Much love, Bobbie
&aren’t realities but moments drawn by our imagination at some time!
Indeed, Mira ~ I’m almost positive that the life we really live is the one we dream (while our ego sleeps). 😉 Thank you, dear heart. ~ Love you, B
A very delicious write, with words that embrace and hold for endless moments while one finds a certain happiness in every moment alive with their essence! Its so beautiful, quietly serene…in the daydream that comes to mind at the end I feel like i am there! Awesome poem Bobbie!
Thank you so much, dear Wendell. Perhaps you were, although with the temps we’ve been having, I’m not sure I’d want to stand on the lawn for long! 😀 You’re an angel and I am blessed by your presence. ~ My love, Bobbie
hauntingly romantic, as soul speaks to soul in words beyond words. Beautiful, Bobbie!
Thank you so much, Dee……. It is the words that come to me on waking which seem to define my writing most for in those moments, I do not question the where or why. In those moments, I merely write. Your kindness warms me. ~ Much love, Bobbie
Bobby, so sorry your comments at my blog seem to disappear. Try again on the new post dated 06/25/2012. I truly love this poem about searching through the night for The Presence and finding it through that open window, aided by the night birds! Wonderful concept of yet another effective way to travel through a portion of our personal spiritual journeys!
Thank you, Rose. I’m on my way even as we speak. Each time it happened, I would say a little prayer that when you needed them most, you would find my words hidden beneath a treasure you forgot you had. 🙂 Thank you. ~ Much love, Bobbie
Rose, it didn’t work. I think you’ll have to go to the individual comments in click to indicate they’re not spam. 😦 But whether you can see them or not, I’ll not give up coming by. ~ Love, Bobbie
I loved this special poem; images and word wonders float by as I am in awe, Love, Linda xoxo
Thank you, Linda. From time to time, those who know me best know that I get in a ‘funk’ where I feel that everything I write sounds the same. But then if I pick up a book by Emerson, Dickenson, or Plath and read through it, I know they felt the same. [NOTE: Not that there’s any comparison to them at all!] And yet, why wouldn’t we do that………since they are our thoughts and our truths; they aren’t likely to sound like anyone else from one day to the next. I’m grateful to know they aren’t boring anyone else. 🙂 Thank you, my friend…… I love you. ~ Bobbie