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come the evening
sweet and blue –
as windswept through the window
would carry me
to worlds beyond the words
beyond the reach
of verses
honeysuckle vine –
beyond the reach
of wanderers
the moon
felt the grace
of falling –
somewhere still I wait
as sunlight
lemon kissed
beyond the shade
were petals spent
in knowing
where the light has gone
morning sits
the night with me
again
. . .
tornadoday 
On a scale of 1-10 this gets a 12. Loved it, Bobbie. ~Always~
Paul
I love that number, Paul. Thank you so much…….. (truly) ~ Always, Bobbie
Petals spent in knowing where the night has gone. Very nice.
Thank you, Stephen. For a moment, I thought, ‘yes, what a lovely expression’; having totally forgotten that I left them here just yesterday. You speak to my soul, dear one. Thank you. ~ Love, Bobbie
The grace of falling — it takes a lot of grace to fall gracefully, and to feel this grace as one is falling, is mercy. I love the thought of “morning sitting the night with me” — such compassionate hope. Love, Dee
Thank you, Dee. I didn’t think of it that way, but you’re right…… Morning always waits, regardless how the dark the time passed between. You are a treasure, my friend. ~ Love ever, Bobbie