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I’ve heard talk
of endless black canyons
carved of the places
venus took mars –
longing to reach
every touch yet becoming
more than a thought –
more
than we are
how could you know
of the color –
my dreams
or how far the journey
from branches
to bough
the strangest familiar
the lights
brighter shining
a course neath the cover
of fathers ten more
a drink –
made of laughter
our spinning around
left dizzy by song
we sang
until death
as the memory
of some other star
we let burn
no different now
than a moment set free
by the giving of name
to a sigh
long ago
became of the still
a place I will go
when the night pours
to canyons –
the colors of you
. . .
tornadoday 
lost in the sounds
in those dreams
I don’t want to be found
let the colors cover me
simply beautiful as always Bobbie….
I feel those colors like a well worn coat
Take Care…You Matter…
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It is in the colors of love that we find our richest horizons, our sweetest sunrise awaits just ahead. Thank you, Maryrose. ~ Always you are loved, Bobbie
What beauty is captured in this post, a stunning image, full of soft calming colors diffused throughout and attractive words which bring a lovely and serene peace to live within…so masterfully shared my sister! You are a poet of the highest order!
Your words humble me……….and I am blessed. Thank you for your light across my page, dear Wendell. ~ All my love, Bobbie
i believe there are unimagined colors in heavenly realms that LOVE awakens to our mind ~ BEAUTIFUL !
Colors which need not color to be. I believe that too. No…I know that. 🙂 Thank you, Deb. ~ Love, Bobbie
has a nice flow…
Thank you, Vimal. It is good to see you here……… I miss your kindness. ~ Love, Bobbie