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of pages
I can’t keep apart
for too long
at a time
when thought of moments
talking to the night
familiar as these counted sheets
mountain breeze
between them
ran my hands along
a forgotten
stretch of life
– and married there
a scribe
before the veil had come
couldn’t know of this
the story we would write
flesh to burn
and I don’t know your name
familiar taste
of sunlight spilling
lazy through the clouds
as you were there
and I as truth began
a reader wants
a poet loves
might I be less
than either
changed into a promise
none could speak
tho sweated to a page
(for tracing)
words to resurrect
each far away
is haunted
by your touch
as stillness sits
beside my bed
reading me a story
e’er I would choose
some different
yet to be
or beg to breath this moment
moonlight falls anew
softer now
the memory
of me
tornadoday 
*sigh*
beautiful as always…
)0(
maryrose
*sigh* thank you, Mary…….. ~ Love, Bobbie
How wonderful to fall asleep with a softer memory of oneself–we must be gentle with ourselves. Wonderful to fall asleep with that well-read book open on our chest!
Indeed………with us the only thing to mark our place……….. Thank you, Rose. You always see right through to what matters most. Love you much, Bobbie
Memories, the photographs and pages of our lives…, how often do we review, study, re-live them, and to what end? Some bring back sadness, happiness, lonliness, joy, and some yet, love. They serve to remind us of who we are, and that to remind us of what we could be yet. As always, Bobbie, beautifully written.
Un abrazo y un beso,
Pablo
You’re so right, Paul……..but I think that even the sadness comes with it the understanding that we would not know the sadness if we didn’t know the joy, and the joy (oh the JOY) is worth everything else. We surely can’t miss what we don’t love. And if we could trade in even a moment’s joy for a lifetime of sadness, would we? I dare to believe we wouldn’t (or should I say I WOULDN’T)…… 🙂 But then you knew that already, I think. Thank you so much. ~ Love, Bobbie
Tears, of sweetness, softness, tenderness, slow aching yet to feel but most of all Love….this one, Bobbie is Wonder a little Miracle of Words that you breathed into the world
Thank you, Linda. I think you know this already, but the ‘rub’ of loving deeply is suffering deeply (at times). But this same necessity of loving serves to counteract the grief such that we are healed. Love always wins, and regardless the players, love trumps every hand dealt. I would not sacrifice a moment of love for a lifetime free of sorrows for surely you cannot love if you cannot cry. You bless me with your grace, dear Linda. Thank you. My love to you always. ~ Bobbie
aren’t those moments that catch our breath whether twinkling with tears or smiles that craft us!….nice way knitting the concept Bobbie..
Love & Light
There are moments that lie between a breath and a sigh – a silence that only love can hear. I hear them and I know you do too. Thank you, Mira. ~ My love to you. ~ Bobbie
Memories of ourselves, made more beautiful because of how love touched our lives. Your words make me sigh, Bobbie.
……….as yours make me sigh, Dee……….. Love not only touches our lives; it defines our lives. It is the reason for life…….. (Yep, you’re gonna make me sigh again any minute.)……… 🙂 Thank you, Dee. ~ So much love, Bobbie