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blessings in sorrow, close, connection, destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, life, love, memory, reason, relationship, self, travel, truth, understanding, wandering, wisdom
a wave
through the window
as life pulled away
for moments
your hand on the glass
reasons I’ve yet
to remember the same
– lifetimes returning
too fast
to eyes out of focus
grace without fear
to know
as I know
what was waiting
me here
were you lost
in that leaving
or felled by the light
as the sun burned a scar
to the glass
questions
unanswered
by distances come
in a blink –
was eternity known
left as a warmth
on a still fragile day
reason –
much harder
to own
a gift
when hands
found truth
in the touching –
a wave reconciled
to the last

Reblogged this on Simon Sundaraj-Keun.
You’re spoiling me, Simon. 🙂 [NOTE: Please do not take that as a complaint.]
Hello- Just wanted to stop by & let you know that I nominated your work for “Blog of the Year 2012!” http://fictionalmachines.com/2013/01/15/blog-of-the-year-2012-eight/ Keep up the great writing & best of luck for 2013! 🙂
O, my dear Josh. 🙂 Thank you so so so much! ~ Love to you and best wishes for an unbelievable 2013! ~ Bobbie
You are very welcome, Bobbie! Thanks you for the kind words- I hope for love & a great 2013 for you as well! Your writing is amazing & you really deserve the award! Take care. -Josh
beautiful.
Vimal, I’m so glad you like this. Even as I was writing, I thought of our conversation earlier this week about changing the course of histories…….. Regardless the path that follows, the one that gives us love is a divine one indeed! Much love to you always. ~ Bobbie
As hands are made for waving goodbye, so are they made for touching and saying hello again. “A wave reconciled to the last”. Could it be that the people we love are never lost and never really leave. Beautiful as always, Bobbiel Love, Dee
O, Dee, you know me too well……and know well that love becomes as much a part of us as our voice, our eye color. We are weaved of every sorrow and every joy, but the greatest of all the colors is that of love. Indeed, Dee. Thank you. ~ My love always, Bobbie