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were moments
to awaken –
your voice upon my skin
as secrets
whispered low –
became my light
flush against
the almost life –
of somewhere
love awaiting
hands to touch –
words we lost that day
broken verse
as sunlight traveled –
caught by falling angels
shadows passed
to shadow –
one we’ll be
held aside
for reasons –
longing knows too well
light recalls
the sweetest night
– lifetimes
loving so
. . .
tornadoday 
Brings to mind hidden emotions and thoughts of yesterday. ~Always~
Paul
……o, but rarely are they hidden. Most often, they are written to the back of eyelids and running ragged o’er the course of many a dream. Thank you. ~ Much love, Bobbie
The image along with the poem delivers a wonderful embrace as I awaken this morning! Your smile ever shines brightly through your words! God bless!
God bless you, dear Wendell. Always, my words are blessed to find your heart. ~ Love, Bobbie
wondrous and beautiful moments!
Thank you, my precious Soumyav…….. Your kindness is a song all its own. ~ Love ever, Bobbie
We keep everything so carefully and sacred! Light is full of symbolism !
Indeed………for light has not words to do it justice……. it simply is. Thanks, Deb. My love to you, Bobbie
Oh my, so beautifully written. Loved it.
Thank you, dear sweet Elizabeth. I am blessed by your words. ~ Much love, Bobbie
Oh Bobbie, something churned inside the chest after reading these fine lines — as if half-alive, half-dead “clay-ball” took a nostalgic breath. Beautiful beautiful words, my lovely friend!
Much love to you.
I am pleased that you understand the soul of these words, my beautiful friend. May your breath weave magic this day. ~ All my love, Bobbie
Dear Bobbie – those moments when secret whispers become the light itself. I loved this piece sweet friend. I can never tire of your work, as there is always pearls of remembering and ‘knowing’ that gives me faith here. Love to you – and may your adventure to the sea be filled with love and joy x Robyn
It has indeed………there is nothing quite like the quiet of the sea returning to the shore, a balcony beneath the stars and a glass of wine…….. The stars wink to our remembrance. Thank you, Robyn. ~ All my love, Bobbie
“words we lost that day”
always find their way back inside as we close our eyes
Beautiful as Always Miss Bobbie!
Take Care…
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me
words are never lost – sometimes late at night, they still cut my tongue…….. I love you, Maryrose. Thank you. ~ Love, Bobbie