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becoming, connection, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, kentucky, love, memory, reason, spirit, truth, understanding, wandering, wisdom
daylight spills
as fallen peaches
summer shades
seem muted now
wrapped in sleeves
of moss and denim
dreamed me back
this way
somehow
been a while
since last I saw you
someone said
you weren’t the same
who can ever know of freedoms –
moments passed
tho none to blame
brittle branches
bent for dragging
tempted not this time to go
back into the trust
forgotten –
western skies
are clouded so
goodbye sits
in favored places
tempted by the dawn to rise
one more spring of everlasting
sworn to picture –
close my eyes
echoes
left by Sunday morning –
gloves to hide
these signs of age
lost the will
for understanding –
else the dreamer
dream always
tornadoday 
Ah, though without the dream the dreamer dies, and doesn’t a dreamer always dream, even when they know reality?
xo~always
Himself
….reality is the dream, dear Paul………. xo ~ B
Places whispering farewell for beats refusing to let go of moments ticking nowhere but through silenced corners…
Love & Light
…and hudled between the place where darkness meets with lights…..in rooms where no one goes………. Thank you, Mira…….. ~ Always love, Bobbie
The deep hallways of our souls, where things are never let go, where they chance at any moment to become memories that tease the mind or even bring a taste of regret, or sadness, reliving a moment of a chance that might have happened but we let past by. I think everyone has moments where they second quess themselves…this poem i easily relateable to many who have lived and loved! Wonderful write Bobbie!