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of the knowing
this is something –
(something more than we pretend)
the way is still
and here we are again
courting everafter
as the price for letting go
roads to gather
dust –
into our soul
patterns into stories
wishes into lies –
as songs to sing
(if e’er the lights go out)
held against the southern red
melted into clay –
secrets
spun with words
to kiss away
choices made
and losses lost –
burdens floating free
became a star
and there (I sew) your name
warm into my wilderness
breath against my sting
flowers float
(as silence)
into wing
. . .
tornadoday 
‘Courting ever after’, a very supreme thought! Your words always court mightily the hearts and spirits of each one who ventures into each poem you bring to life. For we are embraced always by a genuine heart who loves freely with a pure love that always calls out to our spirit with each new offering! The power of your words always refreshes a heart, a mind and a soul!
Thank you, my precious friend…………and yes, every sigh, every song is a glimpse of another everafter. My love to you, Wendell. ~ Always, Bobbie