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for moments
I have traveled –
lost my way
sometimes –
and swam in silver depths
beyond the pond
wishes of reflection
as streamers curled the night
– pardon me
the way they spelled
your name
open arms
and we began
somewhere east of eden
a blanket made
of flannel – crossed
with pale
once or more
the lying left
in curses by the fence
as tresses braided wheat
into a smile
hand me downs
and where I’ll be
should e’er the taking
bring you –
home another way
forgotten truce
maps betrayed
for tracing –
down every rural road
– spare the wheel
and let your soul
decide
. . .
tornadoday 
“for moments I have traveled – lost my way sometimes -”
These words sound like the story of my life… This is really great, Bobbie. I really like it a lot for the way it speaks to the heart. ~xo~
Paul
Thank you, Paul………. I think we’re never lost (really); just making our way to the place we are meant to be. We’re never ever in a place we were meant to be…….. As such, lost seems to have a lot of charm, doesn’t it? Love to you, Me
….braided wheat into a smile……. And I like the picture very much too.
All warm and rich…..andrea
Thank you, my dear Andrea. I love that line too….. You must be like me if you can imagine such a thing. ~ Much love, Bobbie
So very romantic, your words embrace so lovingly! One is never lost when the touch of your words is felt! Your heart speaks the most beautiful language here, the one of deep longing and and need for the one your heart adores! It is such an endearing poem! Simply gorgeous!
Thank you, dear Wendell. Always, our heart beats in rhythm with the universe, a lullaby of love and life. Those closest to understanding God always hear. ~ Love to you, Bobbie