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parable of destinies
awaits a new foretelling
as one to know
so few will understand –
the past can never be returned
but never is it ended
in places
we remain –
the arrow flies
as every wing
is sworn to soar
a path across the window –
seas forever parted
by a wayward
butterfly
beyond the proof
of heaven –
fathers keep an ancient vow
lives within the reach
of dreams –
awake to us
somehow
truth endears
the willing soul –
and stills these fits of slumber
tears are turned to smiles
(within our hope)
silence spans
the narrow bridge
moments fall around us
long the night
to keep us satisfied
in seeking truth –
we honor love
in these –
these mortal visions
parable of coming home
across the evening tide
tornadoday 
Continuing thoughts and memories, and promises to the past kept by those who heard them made and carry on beyond today.
xo
Paul
……..we would not be who we are today without the way in which we came………. Thank you, my dearest Paul. ~ Love, Bobbie
seems right on track to me 🙂
Oh, thank you so much, my darling V. I’m thrilled that you like it. ~ Love, B
this is an ecstasy poem…I love it truly, it inspires me…Linda
…..I could ask for no greater honor, my dear Linda. None at all since you inspire me with every single post you make. ~ Allways, Bobbie