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of fates undecided
by the moons
of july –
and wishes where
waters we flowed –
backwards returning
and further yet
north –
a frozen reminder
of time passing on
forgotten
the reasons –
for every misstep
and paths without conscious
to lure us away
as prophets forsaken
by promise to love –
for boots
and a bible –
was heaven betrayed
who’s to know
who would listen
were the world
made to hear –
and sworn for release
was music
to make
of another I knew
a truth almost gone
and a flame more
than dark could recall
a whisper dissolved
on the hope of a sigh
and worried
not far –
for the coming
again
I’ve known you awhile
more than nights
without name
or stories I’m sure
to remember –
swirls within letters
beauty disguised –
loops became lust
became love
sweet recognition
of times here before
turning of seasons
with nothing to lose –
reminders
how easy
was loving to breathe –
retelling of stories
once written
of you
the date changes & so the mirror’s reflection, yet the story’s one..
& sighs to the stanza before the last…
Love & Light
Mira, that you know and understand is the greatest gift of all. Thank you, my dear one. ~ Love ever, Bobbie
“a whisper dissolved on the hope of a sigh” ….. so poignant!
And so wonderful for you to say……… Thank you, dear one. ~ Much love, Bobbie
No comment needed – it speaks for itself
xo
Paul
Thank you, Paul. Sometimes (sometimes) words say the most when there are none. ~ Love, Bobbie
This is so direct, like a little arrow of truth.
Oh, Seb…….you warm my heart everytime you visit. Thank you…….thank you so much! ~ Love ever, Bobbie
One is never forsakened within your noble loving heart! Beautifully written!
Indeed, dear Wendell……..I could never forsake! ~ Love you, Me