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how many seasons
circles confessed
where once we did share
a dance neath
the clouds
swimming and swaying
was something like praying –
and wondered I then
would you remember
my touch
blossoming flower
with will
to surrender
lying the night
in the shade of the moon
wrapped in each other
as secrets so tender
words meant for wasting
pulled dreams
into life
write on my soul
verses of cinder
– to hold
as once I did you –
rocked in your cradles
died in your arms
and whittled my name –
to your hands
kissed were the roads
of miles
passed between
the first of forever
I knew
. . .
tornadoday 
Truly beautiful.
Thank you, precious Willow. Always your words press into the magic of my heart. I love that. Thank you. ~ Always, Bobbie
MMMmmmmMM !!! Liked it ! ~Always~
Paul
……Wow! That’s like a 9 “M” response! 🙂 Thank you, Paul. ~ As ever, Me
Simply grand!
As is your presence here, my sweet dear friend. Thank you never quite seems to cover it…..and yet…… ~ With love, Bobbie
Yes, this one is something special, Bobbie.
Thank you, Stephen. I wish I knew better when they were going to happen. Instead, I assume they always will…….somewhere, someday, for someone. Glad this was your day. ~ Much ever, Bobbie
You capture those beautiful romantic moments that a heart know oh so well in such a superb way. There is never enough words to describe how wonderful your poems are. You are a gem!!! God bless and much love always Bobbie!
Wendell, I once read that the poet really doesn’t know anything more than anyone else – except maybe what order to put the words in. In that way, we give words to those things (moments) for which there are truly no words worthy. Thank you, my dear precious friend. ~ Love, Bobbie
Only a poetic mind can go to the level of “The first of forever”! Thanks.
Thank you, my friend. Maybe only a poet knows that every place is that place. ~ Much best, Bobbie
bravo! 🙂
very you.
You think? Maybe so…… I’ll take that as a compliment, Vimal. Your understanding humbles me. ~ Ever, Bobbie
I think what Wendall is saying is that there are times in your words where the reader can feel the rocking of lovers in each others arms …
Thank you, Peter. I’d love to think that. For me, words are so much more than thought to page. They are a prayer, a unconcious longing of the soul. If they transport the reader to the arms of love, then I have done well. Again….thank you. ~ Ever still, Bobbie