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hope was born on a windy day
at seven p.m.
your sudden smile
illuminated the fog
of my ailing soul
heartache was an ever darkening bruise
that starlight could never heal…
your hands still try to work miracles
but you disappear as often
as moonlight on a stormy night
and through the ebb and tide of my need
you ride the waves of my salvation
like a pirate
caught between lust for rich horizons
and a part-time philosopher
in love with ideals
. . .
tornadoday 
Beautiful words!
Thank you, my dear sweet Terry. ~ Always love, Bobbie
AS though the ebb and tide. or through it.
O, Stephen……….I am missing an ‘r’ aren’t I……… I shall fix that immediately. Thank you. I must beg my fingers to slow……. ~ Love to you. ~ Me
Lovely imagery
“… as moonlight on a stormy night ..” my favourite line.
More please.
O my, well, of course………. Thank you so much……… With love, Bobbie
The touche of very first two lines on my mind transformed themselves into a smile on my lips.. and it stayed until the last. So so so very beautifully written, dear Bobbie. Long live your “ink” *smiles*
Much love to you!
Thank you, my precious friend………. Indeed, may both of us know an eternity of smiles that words can barely graze……….. ~ Love to you always, Bobbie
Those ideals are what we should never set free even when those WE love can’t really LOVE ! Marvelous insights !
True………or perhaps they can – they just don’t understand how we do………. Thank you, my friend. ~ Love, Me
You words deeply touch the soul and he inner wholeness of one’s spirit! They always have an enchanting embrace, that never lets go! Wonderful poem Bobbie!
Thank you, sweet Wendell. Always, your words reach beyond the miles between……….. Thank you. ~ Love ever, Bobbie