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for moments yet
becoming –
an early morning dew
as last year’s rain
before the crops came in
memories of something more
time and roads
retraveled
– the ways to you
remembered
by the wind
letting go
as I have known –
forsaken now to listen
bells are ringing somewhere –
I can hear
water falling –
lifetimes left
I promised once to find
– a place beyond the night
I hold you near
were it so
the past is not
with tales
of one more season –
years have passed
and still love wakes my bones
surrender claims
the deepest sleep
walls of purple paper –
one more sin
for living to atone
. . .
tornadoday 
This photo, and most all of yours, is engaging. Did you take them?
Most are images I’ve collected over some 15 years of collecting images (waiting for words). Some are my own, as this (in a way), although taken by a friend. A moment of me captured as I traveled beyond the falls. Thank you, Stephen. ~ Love, Bobbie
They’re almost all beautiful photographs.
Thank you, Stephen. Sometimes I save something for years, until I’m way past any understanding of why I saved it. And then one day, I understand. 🙂
awesome cohesion between metaphors and metamorphosing !
Thank you, my precious friend. Your kindness washes into my smile……. thank you. ~ Much love, Bobbie
the imagery of this poem is mysterious, the logic that of dreams. lovely, elegant verse. thank you for sharing your poem with me. tony
O, Tony……….thank you so much. I’m absolutely thrilled that you like it. ~ Much love, Bobbie
Wishes ‘n’ dreams…, the poem was beautiful, Bobbie. ~xo~
Paul
Thank you, Paul……… beyond our dreams, the reality of the soul…….. I know you know that place. ~ Love to you this beautiful Sunday morning. ~ Bobbie
My spirit dances with the glowing melodies found alive in your words! A truly breathtaking effort which you delivered. That is why we can never move far away from the magical essence alive within each poems lines! Masterfully done!