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breath, connection, dreams, fearless, grace, life, living, love, reason, restless, self, spirit, truth, understanding, wandering, wisdom
was ever I dreamed
and wandered away –
from the quiet retreat
of sixty-three geese
sheets held by flannel
and curses
just past the dusk
a fluttering sound
was evermore stilled
by wings
to the ground
or slumber take more
than one life
could repay
in the quiet become
of tomorrow
did the night
fail to see
I was destined to roam
when you woke
to the light –
without memory
of me
tornadoday 
I really loved the last four lines…they really frame your poem! It makes it very special!
My favorite too, Wendell. In truth, that was the first thing I wrote……… Thank you…….. ~ Much love, Bobbie
So very still, indeed!
Ahh, Rose………it is such a sweet lovely still!! Thank you for knowing the divine nature of such solitude. ~ Love you, Bobbie
What a reminder of childhood and the flocks in their night flights across the face of a full moon. Beautifull imagery in this one and a wistful bit of the will to wander, unencumbered by rules and bonds. Really like this one, Bobbie. Ya done good!!!
…. always, xo
Himself
Thank you, Paul………. I’m really glad you like this, and yes, I am often reminded of the nights I wake to the sound of wings beneath the rafters……..such a beautiful sound ~ that of coming home. Thank you….. Me xoxoxoxo