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pour me out
a river –
one ocean at a time
set with no direction
(but the sea)
fill my veins
warm the course
of love along my banks
rains are falling (lifetimes)
into me
pour me out
a thimble –
quench me
with your thirst
fill me with your keeping
(every tide)
caught between eternities
home to ancient shores
bless’ed moon –
(my emptiness) to hide
pour me out –
a tender heart
take of me (your fill)
with stories of a time
before you came
pour the truth –
(take the truth)
emptied to the night
stars are burning (somewhere)
– fill me now
to flame
. . .
tornadoday 
So very beautiful to embrace and read! I am lost but found in the spirit of your words, wonderful poem my sister! God bless!
And I am humbled, dearest Wendell, that you do. ~ Always love, Bobbie
wow …
Such a lovely word…….. Thank you, Peter. ~ Love, Bobbie
Would that I could. This is lovely, Bobbie. ~xo~
Paul
You are far too biased, my friend! But I am grateful that you are. Thank you, Paul. ~ Much love, Bobbie
Just one word: *bow*
….as I to you, dearest Tanumoy……as I to you. ~ Ever, Bobbie