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beauty, becoming, bliss, connection, dreams, faith, fearless, grace, knowledge, life, love, old maps, reason, resurrection, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, understanding, wandering
where
and now
the page is turning
hands are moving back in time –
stories of afar remembered
last we were
the first to find
hand in hand
afraid for nothing –
gentle rains to hide our tears
fragile breath
to winds returning
– signs of life
surrendered here
essence come
and whispers parted
questioned why for this
we knew
something more than
stories telling –
answers lost
in passing through
verses bound
to one another –
secrets to each holy place –
sacred blossoms
fall together –
as seasons intervened
by grace
silent words
are want for hearing
longing begs one last release –
ribbons loosed by everafter –
float the dark
beyond the trees
tornadoday 
…and isn’t it another wonderful tome you’ve written, darlin’ girl. And wouldn’t I be happy to have read it this fine eve. A wink ‘n’ a smile for your efforts lass, and grand they were.
~always~
Himself
Thank you, dearest Paul. xoxo ~ B
So breathtakingly lovely! I read it thrice and I am breathless…I now rest in it’s aura of beauty! A jewel of a poem dear Bobbie. Much love to you always!
Your praise humbles me, dear Wendell. I am at a loss for what to say except simply to say thank you. Truly, your kindness to me is second only to your friendship. ~ Love ever, Bobbie