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rings overlapping
as fate to discover
some mystery there
in the place we become
as flame to a flicker
wings to a vapor
forever returning us
backwards
to home
to the words
of beginning
the seed barely planted
bring forth the baby
a mother to feed
e’en now in the darkness
loving arms worry
for the empty confession
a lingering need
breath to remember
from long nights
awakened
with light in our veins
another night’s fire
dreams of the journey
weaved to our memory
a warm resignation
of burning desire
when couldn’t
we wouldn’t
turn from returning –
somewhere
are others
repeating our name
to the edge of existence
eternity stretches –
to make of this moment
the reason
we came
Somewhere in the stretch of eternity was a spark, the beginning of the flame. There is always a beginning, truth and light and beauty did not just happen. And in that beginning we can always come back to. These are the thoughts that go through my heart as I read these beautiful words, Bobbie. Love, Dee
You are exactly right, Dee. Not only are we always returning to that flame ~ but always the flame burns within us. We are always becoming the light we’ve been seeking. Thank you, Dee. I love the way my words look through your eyes. ~ Always, Bobbie
I felt gifted when I read this poem of return, it was beautiful, Love Linda
Thank you, Linda……….. I am gifted by your light. ~ Always, Bobbie
wow.
love it.
….and wow……….I’m delighted that you do. 🙂 ~ Thanks, V. ~ Much, B
Your wonderful post left me speechless! But I did enjoy it immensely especially with the image!
………Thank you, Wendell. I (for one) am grateful that the speechless part is just a temporary thing for I would sorely miss your words. ~ Love, Bobbie