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be still
thy breath of ancient wisdom
– keep your secrets holy
as warmed these
sacred regions
of my skin
be still
thy sun –
beyond the reaching
a psalm restored
from words unsaid –
of holding on
when nothing mattered
– as letters
from the past
reread
be young
be lost –
be somewhere other
than places
we were sworn to grieve
deep the pangs of everafter –
consumed to lust
will senses
leave
be known
thy truth –
be all I wanted
far more than wealth –
a moment here
as scar to scar –
were will to scatter
as briar to breath
one kiss
endeared
. . .
tornadoday 
The precious beauty of words when combined with a striking image to form a timeless jewel is what your pen has done for it tastes of the master poets of days gone by for your magic is as enchanting as the spirit that still embodies their treasured offerings. Such a wonderful poem Bobbie…your words are so visually beautiful! I am dancing to rhythms from a past time which it seems my spirit knows! God bless and thanks for sharing!
Your kindness is such a blessing to me, Wendell. Thank you. ~ Much love, Bobbie
A true classic…, in classical “Bobbie” style. Excellent !!! ~always~
Paul
Thank you, dearest Paul. I’m so glad you like…… ~ Bobbie
a classic one Bobbie!
Beautiful, Bobbie. I have just written about stillness too ~ it is such a precious gift… as are your words. xoxo
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