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was ever one
a time to see
beyond our mortal sight –
to know
without our knowing
of dark within our light
of stars denied
our wishes –
some mystical retrace
eternities
reminding us –
of moments without place
of gone ahead
and ways to come –
with miles the path til then –
would garner more
than ever fate –
in lives
to love again
was ever there
a loss of self –
another trust to earn –
prayers to lay the night
beyond our reach
was certain come
a place we were
would seal as one divine
knowledge of forevermore –
a time beyond
our time
as only now
of all I have –
of hearts – one soul
made true
wherein I am –
of all I am
as once before I knew
. . .
Liking what I’m reading but all it’s doing is raising questions and my poor tired brain is all out of answers.
xo
himself
LOL……as long as you realize that the questions are yours (as are the answers). 🙂 Thank you, Paul. ~ Much ever, Bobbie
The gambolling rhythm belies the deep currents of the poem
I will take that as a compliment, my dear Seb……… And if it wasn’t one, then please give me the gift of delusion. 😉 Thank you. ~ Love, Me
love…
🙂
i was skipping along.
Thanks, Vimal…….. I thought I heard someone breathing. Must have been you. Good company……thank you! ~ Love, Bobbie
he, he.
age is catching up. sigh… 🙂
It has a tendency to do that. 🙂
Call me crazy but your piece has awoken Shakespeare on my mind;
“If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumbered here
While these visions did appear.”
Love & Light
Oh, Mira – it’s been a long time since I thought to those lines, but now that you say it – maybe a bit. Regardless, I like the company you keep. ~ Love always, Bobbie
For the first time I feel like failing to get you…
Shakespeare 😉
“And the words sublimely touched the embers within, causing a fire to rise to life…whose origins will always stand the test of time…your words are always a gift of freedom for open minds to embrace and enjoy…they bring a certain happiness to life in an old school Elizabeth Browning way…so very stunning dear sister!
Thank you, my darling Wendell. ~ Love, Bobbie