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of retracing
scattered graces –
storms clouds gather me around
blackened feathers
silken wages –
haunt the soul
with not a sound
who would know
of those to listen –
where you are
tho once for me –
I knew you best
I loved you better
but for the man you couldn’t be
clearer eyes
persuade the heavens
counted tulips through the fire
given love
the grace for living –
sweet the touch
beyond desire
are you now
tho who can tell me
what of faith
when life is past –
was the love I knew becoming
ever real or just
my last
. . .
tornadoday 
…loved it !!!
~Himself~
Thank you so much, my dearest Paul. Your opinion, a treasure. Thank you. ~ Love, Bobbie
eloquently moving and tender, Love, Linda
Thank you, dearest Linda. Your light warms my heart. ~ Love ever, Bobbie
I’ve ever believed in one soul living many lives, but if none of your writings could prove this has certainly done:'(
Love & Light
O, Mira……….it is more than what I believe, but that I know……. If we dare concede the soul eternal, surely we are not vain enough to think ourselves first. 🙂 But o, what a lovely this returning. Thank you, dearest. ~ Love always, B
………………………….Out of words…
Just thanks for being you; much love
…….and the same to you dear heart
It’s hard that the only successful relationship we have is generally the last, the one that kills us…
Lovely words that have me aching to trust again
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O, Eric, regardless our mistakes, loving should never be considered one of them. There is always reason to trust, for the rewards outnumber the sorrows every single time. Thank you. ~ Much ever, Bobbie
this is tragic, but you have written it so well, the bitterness seems impotent…
Thank you, Vimal. In our life, we cannot miss what we don’t love……..even if that is a part of us. Bitterness need not ever darken our door…….but rather joy for having known the sweetness of life and love. Thank you truly. ~ Love, Bobbie
Your heart paints a Rembrandt with your words, indeed you write of what your spirit knows, what it has embraced, what it will never let go of. In life there is happiness more than pain… more times than not, and the beauty of love is that its embrace is never far. You share what you know, and that is the true beauty of life you share so even in sad moments you find truer happy ones! You pen is mighty dear Bobbie!
Dearest Wendell, your words are those of understanding the true blessing that is love. Love is more than words or a moment past. Love is the essence of who we are and what we aspire to be. We should never grieve for wars we lost but rather for love forever etched on our soul, such that we are made better by its immortal grace. Thank you, my dear brother – for your light, your love, and your understanding. ~ Ever love, Bobbie
Loved the final lines of your poem so much. The final wistful wondering – “when life is past –
was the love I knew becoming
ever real or just
my last
So beautiful and elegantly penned!
xoxo
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