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becoming, bliss, destiny, dreams, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, old maps, passion, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, wandering, wisdom
of places left for you
how could I –
a happy ending –
ever write myself into
another day
a night made less
for pressed between
the crystal glass
of dawning
close my eyes
and somewhere we
embrace
mixed as harp with violin
creme brulee and cognac –
moments without rhyme
as verse to close
stray the pen
to chart these lands –
hill
and vale
and river
tary not for moments
without map
stay the night
with compass round
and mystery befalling –
the edge of time
else morning
we be gone
tornadoday 
The rhythm of your words, makes one want to dance a dance of life! For that is the true essence alive in your words! They are always moving, changing but always in a perfect spendor…they exist to please many an unoccupied mind. For the visions that come forth always makes life better than before…your words give life to dreams and hopes to thoughts. Beautifully written Bobbie!
Love creme brulee with cognac…a perfect finish to a lovely evening… beautiful thoughts and verses, as always, Bobbie… Love, Dee