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remembered now
this lowly becoming
of pulling apart
to find you again
how I wish
I could help you to see
to the places –
some other we crossed
in our dreaming
was there
that I found you
a-sleeping
wrapped in the moments
were made of forever
truth given purpose
much more
than this breath
destiny comes
in forms unexpected
faith has no season
to worry
for death
love is as always –
for the end
never ending
strains not to barter
this touch to defend
worlds that would fit
in the hand of another
time –
but a picture
of a place we begin
tornadoday 
I love the thought of crossing in dreams, like ships passing in the night, yet actually meeting because in dreams, there are no limits of space and time. And I love the ending of this poem, that time is just a still-life picture of forever moments — a particularly profound thought! Love, Dee
Oh, Dee, that is perfect for it brings to mind another thought. I’ve known for some time that the best time for writing is within the first hour after you wake up. I wasn’t sure why until I read something that said that was a time when your subconscious (your ego) was still asleep, and so there were no limits. Perhaps it is the same of dreams. The ego sleeps without thought to what it might stop. 😉 Thank you and love you, Bobbie
Your words always amicably find a place deep wthin where dreams begin and never end, where embraces are much longer, as are the moments of sharing the deep things of the heart. Rememberances are reborn and lost aquaintances are renewed and we sometimes we begin to wonder…what was lost in another time and place and now why, does it come back to life…for a beauty once lost, is alway remembered and embraced a thousand times better than the first time…when maybe we did not give it a chance. Your poems always lead my mind into another world of deep forgotten beginnings where spirits once held each other sharing different measures of each others breaths…and imagination goes wild wondering what would have happened if you really gave it a chance to be, to really blossom! Never to know the true answer! Thanks for the beautiful poem
Dearest Wendell, you are so very connected to my words. But for every ‘might have been’, there is an understanding that even in the now, we are creating more ‘might have beens’ when we miss the opportunity to live in the present. But always, we are given memories (perhaps better – although that’s not a bad thing for it says something about us and what we choose to keep – how we choose to remember). Love always leaves a place we cannot deny. Thank you, Wendell. ~ Much love always, Bobbie
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For the many times we watched together no moon
I’ve waited & waited for you to come back soon
& fell asleep; only to be saved from boredom
Crossing the walls of this cold bedroom
Reaching your arms where destiny may get shaken
& I fall to the only place we share only to be awaken
To a painful reality; dreams never last
And dawn sends every dream to the past…..
Much love B.
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seems I’ve found myself this way before
between the bedroom and the door
and wondered which step
would take the longest
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Thank you, dearest Mira. Beyond the pain, the best of love remembers us, and from the jagged edges, a diamond is revealed. Never regret love…..never regret love.
Love always, B
I can only say that I liked this more than I can say. Saying that, I can say no more.
xo, ….always,
Himself
And for me, that’s enough. Anything more would be redundant. Thank you, Paul. ~ Love, Bobbie