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of places
just this far away –
as the northern edge
of an eastern night
where kentucky knew
of our verse
somehow –
did you know me then
as you know me
now
as a secret path
out beyond the night –
and a long way
back
where there never was
but a soul to free and a will to learn
what would come
undone –
in the turning
an empty field
brushes gold somewhere
as the leaning back
comes to moving on –
will our truth
be known –
to places here
will our names be hard
to remember
of another time
as our journey was –
with a sleeve of maps
folding back
in time
– a needle strong
knew the songs we’d trade
– were the stars
burned out
by a wish we made
. . .
tornadoday 
~xo~always~
Paul
Thank you, dear Paul. ~ Always, Bobbie
Always wish, much love Bobbie Xx
Indeed, dear Jane……….. Surely that’s half the reason for all those stars! ~ Love to you, Bobbie
these lines:
‘– were the stars
burned out
by a wish we made’
are beautiful, Bobbie. Just gorgeous poetry, as always.
I have returned with a new blog, here is the link if you want to join me again: http://pathwayofpoetry.com
Much love,
xoxo
I found you already, dear Angela, and am just as delighted as I was the first time. Always, your heart sings in a familiar voice to mine. Thank you for that. ~ Much love, Bobbie