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ten thousand nights
a dinner date –
and coffee
without creamer –
resorting now to places
I’ve become –
magnitude
of differences
fit don’t feel the same
and sometimes
names get lost beneath
my tongue
destinies
I can’t decide –
fates beyond my faith –
roads are going nowhere
let me go
strange
the lure of silence
when all I know are words –
kept beside
tho who remembers now
pages folded
back to front –
and found a time for being –
as where I am
was always come for me
looking back
across the path –
breezes to my shoulder
voices call
from just around
the bend
tornadoday 
It is so nice to read your words today, i needed their soothing power dear sister…another beautiful poem!
It was my joy to be here, Wendell. May your night be sweet. ~ Love, Bobbie
Who you are… who remembers now? You know the answer to the first, and those to whom you’re important will always remember. That’s all for now…
~xo~
Himself
…and wherever we have loved, they know our name…….Thank you, my dear Paul. ~ Love ever, me
just because truths ask none to remember anything..
love & Light
You’re so right, Mira, but then again I wonder if the truth isn’t what we remember for surely it is what we keep. Whether we cling to reality or to the dream, what’s important is what we keep. Thank you, dear one. ~ Love ever, Bobbie