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sometimes
I sit
the longest night
in search of other words
nothing ever written
something never heard
would sounding such
so all would hear
would feel the verse within
is given not to rhyme
or line
or seasons to defend
with nothing more
than names I’ve kept
nothing less than love
would roll against the margins
of all I’m fondest of
urges sweet
so few will know
of longing without place
echoes born of loving
worship lost in grace
of moments more than
I have room
within the page
to hold
ten thousand more will follow
another time I’ll know
the feel of home
a rush of pulse –
the comfort of a kiss
ages lost
before I came
were waiting me for this
a time to still
with hands to heart
remember me
this way –
found in unforgotten
words I didn’t say
. . .
tornadoday 
A truly beautiful poem.xx
Thank you, my sweet precious Willow. Always, your presence is my blessing. ~ Love, Bobbie
Thank you, you are too kind. Xxxx
Music to my ears…I could read it over and over it is so lovely ad comforting to hear. Namaste, mary
O, thank you Mary. I felt that way too as I read through it several times before posting…. I suppose, even then looking for words that would better say what I wished to say…….and settling for what I could find. ~ Thank you. ~ Much love ever, Bobbie
You are very welcome and deserving. Namaste, mary
Yes, exactly how I feel sometimes about poetry…
Thank you, my beautiful friend. Regardless what we want to say, it seems there aren’t enough words to write the language of heart and soul. ~ Always, Bobbie
There’s an indescribable sense of lyrical beauty in this, Bobbie, and the imagery is such that the reader must sense his/her own interpretation. Really beautifully writen, darlin’ girl. ~Always~
Paul
Thank you, dearest Paul. I was just thinking yesterday that I had not seen you around, and assumed you were mired in property management tasks or sitting somewhere with your toes in the sand. I was praying for the later. 🙂 Much love to you, Bobbie
I could only smile quietly as i felt all the serenity of the soft emotion in your words…awe-inspiring!
My greatest joy is knowing my words found place within your day (and your heart). Thank you, Wendell. ~ Much love ever, Bobbie