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angels come
as flight to find
eager to my heaven
silken feathers
whispering a dream
swelled within the beauty
of lonesome lullabys
comes when still
my eyes are closed
in sleep
tell me then
of faraways –
a memory I’m missing
fingers float
across my violin
voices of ten thousand
ancient choirs now ascending
tiptoe as the light
where night
has been
measured sway
of hands to time –
sacred truth awaking
escaped from once
we were –
already one
signs along the journey
will to understand
dreamed
as you were dreaming me –
angels we become
. . .
tornadoday 
Restful, calming words — love the thought of “dreaming of someone while dreaming”, as well as a thousand ancient choirs tiptoeing as light. Love, Dee
Thank you, Dee………. I love the magical thought of dreaming within a dream. Thank you so much. I hope your Sunday is blessed beyond your sweet expectations. ~ Love to you, Bobbie
Lovely words of such an interlude, calls me back to sleep, poet!
A marvelous penning 🙂
e
Thank you, dearest Eric. I am delighted my words found your soul. ~ Love ever, Me
Beautiful !!!!! …no more to say.
~xo~
Himself
Sooooooooooo glad you like this, Paul. As of lately, I’m in the funk where I feel that everything sounds the same…… I’m so happy to know that I’m not necessarily the best judge of what works. ~ Love you, Me
‘Dreamed as you were dreaming me – angels we become’ The thoughtful moments that become alive as we slumber in such heavenly peace…where freedom is so alive to make even dreams become real…until the break of dawn leaving soothing tranquil memories whose light stays while we daydream hoping to find the path again as the next night unfolds….beautiful psalm…dear one! Much love to you always!
O, thank you so much, Wendell. Your comment warms my heart….knowing you understand both the words and the feeling of this piece. ~ Much love to you ever, Bobbie
Bobbie, the image reminded me of my grandmother and great grandmother…is that image of a native-american woman?