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share with me
the warmth that is your
days upon this earth ~
shade my path
and guide my feet to home
lay with me
when nights are chilled
and wake me with your stirring
forsaken not by love
I waited on
tell of me
some other tale ~
and tary with the turning
of pages to the weathered spine
bending unrehearsed
barter not the price
for days ~
far more to one
I cherished ~
sign my name
as practiced once
with yours
the faded face
of memory ~
the plea without the prying
folded more than chance
into the dark
pushed aside as wishes
would this weary heart
reveal ~
read me
til these ancient lights
are gone
know me
as was never known ~
tho sworn there was another
when paths were new
as cool the dusky day
feathers floated from the west ~
eastern this horizon
warmed your breath
as day broke ~
red against the clay
…
I find myself at rest in a very peaceful state as i consume each of your words. My mind takes me to a different place and i feel what lives within each word. You right with an old time flair, who beauty is still loved by most…almost like browning, but inexplicably uniquely you. Thanks for the magical rde into your poetic world!
Thank you, my dear Wendell, for always finding the truth that sits between the lines. Your kindness and friendship are truly appreciated. ~ Love, Bobbie
This one is special, Bobbie. There’s a soft, tender honesty about it that defies description, but not feeling. Liked it a lot.
….always ~xo~ and good night,
Paul
Dearest Paul, thank you for being you (and for allowing me to be me). ~ Love, Bobbie
I knew you were bookish. 😉
Everyone needs page-turning, dog-eared love!
LOL……….or something to mark their place! 🙂 Thank you, Dan. ~ Love, Bobbie