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when voice
is forgotten
might words have their say
and sit in the silence
of dreams
fastened to longing
as a string to the sky
where wishes float
back to the last
lonely night
when names
are forgotten
but fortunate few
are gifted a side
in the telling
might then I be known
as a star sailed away
or stillness where
echoes one voice
tornadoday 
“might then I be known
as a star sailed away”
Ah, Wordsmith Princess, you’ll be known by much more than this
and loved as much as you are known.
~xo~
Paul
Proof then of what I already know ~ that love allows us to live beyond our lives….. Thank you, dearest Paul. ~ Love much, Bobbie
Love the photo. Did you take it?
No. I’ve taken similar ones, but this was taken by a friend. It’s been sitting on my computer for a while – waiting for words to do it justice. Thank you, Joy. ~ Love, Bobbie
The spirit of love is a wonderful life essence and tenderly wraps hearts from a distance and never loses it’s luster or brilliance. It will always last no matter how far the separation…love always finds its way home to the one who it so lovingly adores, sharing it’s love so wholesomely and so expressively! Always so beautiful are the words you share!
Love is truly the blessing of life, of grace – of forgiveness. Love is the essence of who we are and how we will be remembered. Thank you, my dearest Wendell for holding me within your love. ~ Ever, Bobbie