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calm the storm
against my waning –
press me not for names or dates
some evidence of where
I wasted –
or solace come for me
too late
still my drum
with loving timbers –
beg its music rise the same
once as one
returning cadence
twins returned to single flame
as come before
in this to tarry
seek not of truths I left behind
lest your journey
be for nothing
save for evidence
of mine
sit the sun
upon the ‘morrow
call me back into your will
pierce the veil
of comprehension –
e’er this earthy cup
be filled
with love beyond
my need to measure –
boundless now
this living balm
ancient drums of silent thunder –
wing the soul
to spirits calm
tornadoday 
***with love beyond
my need to measure -***
what a beautiful line,
wings unfurl to fly when we no longer measure
what is in the heart space for there is no space within walls
it is boundary free
Beautiful Bobbie…as always
)0(
ladyblue
Thank you, Maryrose. I’ve been missing you and hope your days continue to be a blessing. And yes, that love is ALWAYS beyond your need (any need) to measure…..that it simply IS. ~ Love you. Bobbie
I felt that it was all beautiful, line after line more and more-so, but the end, “ancient drums of silent thunder –
wing the soul
to spirits calm”….the finest! Love Ever! Linda
I am so glad you like it, Linda. To be honest, when I wrote that last line, I thought ‘that sounds like a Linda line’…….. (honestly). I guess I was right. Thank you. Much love to you always. – Bobbie