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lifetimes more
somewhere I know
I left you broken (left you blue)
fortune raised to falling light –
into these arms
of wishes true
wore your tears
against my heart
eighty years and not a one –
you weren’t a part
of me (becoming)
– jealous moon
of curs’ed sun
found a note
you left behind –
and pinned your voice
inside my sleeve
for every time
I heard your name
my breath was stopped
for love (to grieve)
was ever I
to feel this way –
or given grace
again somewhere
(take me back) into this life –
another day
to find you there
dare you break
of ties so frail –
as final payment lingers due
wilted roses
broken fence
and miles between
(I never knew)
where you’d be
this time around –
Kentucky roads
split north and south
the same old stars –
(the same sweet view)
and all the rest
forgotten now
once enough
forever still –
words are folded
(you can’t see)
pages rub (my memory raw)
as night returns
your love
to me
Sometimes you really take the reader on the ride of a lifetime …
I suspect that’s a good thing. Most probably welcome the chance to dream a little. I’d like to think that for some, it’s not that far to ride. Thank you, Peter. ~ Love, Bobbie
The pure generous love of a selfless life, will always be alive within. And your heart puts up a battle as to which might have the chance to come alive whether the happiness that once agains breath sweet love or the sadness with its shades of grey…i tend to think both, for you must blend them both together to get the truth of the moment. For they are still alive and like angels all around us, when they bring you to feel the emotion again…their memory lives perfectly in our lives as they live with His eternally. I often cry when I feel the presence of their love…you know what i mean…but they are happy tears, because they are still alive!
Yes, and every time you speak, it is their voice you hear, the echoes of their laughter resounding in your own. Thank you, Wendell. You are an angel! ~ Love, Bobbie
These words made my heart ache a little, smile a little. Love, Dee
….that’s what love does, Dee……… 🙂 Love you and thank you! ~ Bobbie