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how am I to wonder
and still
the morning comes
fresh as tears
to grace the baby green
petals begged to open
sleepy eyes awake
eager now to hear
the story told
of distant fields
and gardens fair –
winded wills and worry –
forests drawn in aprons
of a song
played within the stillness
of one more time
I’ve gone
far beyond the touch
that is the dawn
how is now
I’ve traveled
beyond the reach of dreams –
beyond the safe abode
of tethered night
walked with stars
and tripped my way
into another light –
brushed aside the veil
to free my soul
. . .
tornadoday 
Beautiful Bobbie – to travel beyond and through, and to enter the field of clarity where we find freedom of the soul is found. I loved this — and as always, am in awe of your insights and talented mastery of word.
So much Love to you ~ Robyn
And as always, dear Robyn, I am warmed by the light that you are……. Thank you for everything. My love, Bobbie
floating away on its own
no longer held by my will
no more alone
one to fall
become all
as swept by the wind
into places unknown –
the soul
keeps the memory
of home
Thank you, my dearest Vimal. ~ Love, Me
Your serenade makes one’s mind to travel with you through all that your words describe as if a shadow beside you, basking in the enchanting glow you always share. I find it is not easy to move away from the descriptive beauties you share until at least reading them through a few times to embrace your words fully! Another delight!
The words have been said before,
But yet I would say more…
I think this is one of my very favorites, Bobbie. ~xo~
Paul
Lucky me! Thank you, Paul. ~ Much ever, Bobbie