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other times
of those I knew
much more (than I could see)
how swift the words
to take me by surprise
(wished for more)
than one last time
could never hold my reason
fell to places
just beyond (your eyes)
tangerine and jasper suns
muscadine and paper
was more (to me) for knowing
a safer side of truth
without a plan to understand
when told of ancient places
ribbons now (the color
of my shoes)
loving roads
and fourteen stones
between the house and heaven
rows and rhyme
to screen doors shut (behind)
mysteries of make believe
who are you (I wonder)
took the road for leaving
with something (still)
to find
morning shakes
as living takes
a sunrise (more than needed)
to lie against the night
and count my scars
once or twice the coming round
my wilderness to wander
slept beneath (the window
talking with) the stars
secrets spared
the room to share
and some things can’t be given
e’er presence
give us lives (to comprehend)
mourning doves confess to love
and wait the night another
as quiet stills the twilight
with knowing you
(again)
tornadoday 
this is lovely..
Thank you, Julianne. I’m so glad you like it, and welcome to my porch…… ~ Love, Bobbie
This is another song that needs be set to music.
xo
Paul
…indeed……….barefeet on old boards……. Thank you, Paul. ~ Love, Bobbie
I always wondered what those doves were on about! 😉 Thanks dear. ~D
Oh, never wonder about nature, Dan. She’ll keep you up for years! 😉 Thank you. ~ My love ever, Bobbie
& the Big Bang still echoes through this piece…
Love & Light
ahhh……..there’s nothing coincidental about this, my dear Mira………..every breath is part of a grander plan……….. How else could we explain something as wonderous as love, or as infamous as a moment? Or as beautiful as you? You see? Big bang can’t touch this! 🙂 Love you, Mira……… Always, Bobbie
Lovely!
Thank you!
Thank you, Clarice. So glad you like this. ~ Much love, Bobbie
fourteen stones like fourteen or more stories…what we capture in our lives every day we take to sleep in our hearts never knowing if we will enjoy them the next day, for we are not promise to awaken with breath in our lungs, so we stitch each days memory into our hearts hoping they will always be there, and if we do awaken the play begins again as another life begins…thats why we are moved in such a way to certain words or phrases for we know not the depth of our spirits and souls…how many beautiful stones alight the wals of our hearts and mind…quite a few in our private treasure chests. Your words always take my mind into a deeper ponderance of their message. But they always dance with a pleasurable ring of truth. For you bring real life into everything you share no matter what! A very amazing poem dear sister…much love to you, Wendell.