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becoming, breath, connection, faith, grace, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, reason, restless, resurrection, silences, spirit, truth, understanding, wonder
will come as breath
forgotten –
permission to believe
a strangeness to the light
already formed
as silences
remember us –
lifetimes since the first
as fates to fade again –
the waiting weights
when lightning splits
the dark apart
and sets fire to the nest –
will stormclouds chase the night
as longing unconfessed
to understand
as never could –
words can barely touch –
the essence of a moment
lost in time
within the dawn
will surely be –
colors once we knew
returning every time
we close our eyes
tornadoday 
when lightning splits
the dark apart
beautiful
Thank you so much, Lesley. I truly appreciate your kindness. ~ Much love, Bobbie
hope never dies 🙂
nice.
O Vimal, you are so right. If there were no hope, then why exist. If our demise is already come, then why live to change it. 😉 You’re an angel! Thank you. ~ Much love, Bobbie
couldn’t have said it better – “If our demise is already come, then why live to change it.”
thank you for your sweet words…
hugs 🙂
You’re so welcome……….breath always leans into another. 😀
“…words can barely touch the essence of a moment lost in time” & who can do Bobbie! ahhh..
I’m no Madonna-lover but I’d borrow from her, “tomorrow never dies”
Love & Light
Indeed, dearest Mira. After love, words are our gift to the world – surviving long after our kiss is cool and the ground dark. Thank you, my dear friend. ~ Love, Bobbie