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Walking beneath stars at dusk,
doves coo (quietly) to one another,
songs only they (of dove wisdom) can understand…
and I wonder at their (selfless) lament…
What (can they whisper that) I do not know?
What invisible mysteries
do the waves instill — crashing against the cliffs…
(who can tell me)
what secrets the rain confesses to the violet dawn,
is its suffering (made) lesser
by the crimson sunset?
Is there a place (we’ve yet to find)
that waits under evergreen canopies of silence…
atuned to (the cry of) rainbows…
or is that for the poet (alone) to know….
Ten thousand paper birds
(without the heritage to) become feathers…
but still they drfit…tangled not (by expectations)
no tears for tiny fingers
(that pried) their inanimate bones…
they’ve yet to understand
they cannot soar…
and (so) they do…
Can the only secret (worth discovery) be
that a simple morning song…
bellowed atop (a twist of) cooper line
is more (precious) than a symphony of perfectly managed notes…
and that love needs no reason (to be)
(undone by questions — why not)
beyond a moment’s (deliberate) pause…..
tornadoday 
These are questions I have asked and yet to learn of any answers. Perhaps the answer is locked inside of each of us and only we can find the key to unlock our personal mysteries. “or is that for the poet (alone) to know….” Perhaps poetry is one of our ways to pick the lock and unleash some of the secrets. “that love needs no reason (to be)” is a truth that needs no explanation to the poet. It simply is…., and will always be, with no need for reasons or logic. It stands in defiance of them all.
…..(and now himself will leave the lecturn and sit down)
Good night, Bobbie.
xo
Paul
In my soul, I know we were meant to ask questions – as we were meant to seek the answers (our answers). God created us with the ability to think, and the ability to question. Seems a mighty poor use of a gift to never exercise it. But yes, you and I know that love needs no reason to be. It simply is…….and in that, it defies everything. In that, its beauty. In that, its power. In that, its wonder. You look good at the lecturn…… *applauds wildly and loudly* ~ Yours, me….
Very beautifully written…brings a smile to rest within my spirit! Thanks for the taste of sweet bliss Bobbie!
Thank you, Wendell. Your smile is reason enough for my own! ~ Much love, Me
heavenly breaths! I love it! All my love and dedication to the beauty and wonder of your writing, Love, Linda
Thank you, Linda………for the blossom that you bring to my window. Always you are loved (and always you give me love in return). ~ Bobbie
no, To the beauty and Wonder of YOU!
……o, Linda, you fill my soul with light. Thank you. I love you. ~ Bobbie