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is there a moment
surely come
when tears no longer fall
with memory of ache
– of days gone by
straight the fleeting arrow
of time is sailed away
and floats to only this
direction home
dried against another
quilts and woolen sheets
married was a smile
to know the way –
evening waits in coral shades
of everything
we know
seasoned by a memory
of tears
. . .
tornadoday 
Very touching to me, very clear.
O, Stephen……..that it is thrills my soul. Thank you. ~ Much love, Bobbie
So much here Bobbie ~ the symbolism is beautiful, as is the cadence.
Always in awe ~ x much love to you,
Robyn
Your light warms my shadows, dear Robyn. Thank you for your kindness and your love. ~ Ever, Bobbie
Just one word I shall dare to use: Touched.
Love, Tanumoy.
Thank you, my precious Tanumoy. If but one word, let it be ‘loved’……as you are. Thank you. ~ Ever, Bobbie
I wonder if there shall ever be that moment…
Beautiful…quiet comes from it for some reason to me…
)0(
always …
To be honest, Maryrose, I hope that moment never comes, for I fear that I shall either have passed beyond this life (or taken over by aliens)……… 😉 Love you so, Bobbie
I cannot like this, for, liking it wouldn’t express how much I loved it.
O Bobbie, this is one of my favoirite pieces by you.
“seasoned by a memory of tears” — needless to say what you are saying… and needless to say what I am hearing… Ah, but love is such.
Lots of love, beautiful one.
xx
….as I search for words of gratitude, I know what you know……that sometimes there are none and we are forever left in search of that which expresses our love, our bliss, and our understanding of the heart that is another in our own. Thank you, my beautiful friend. ~ My love, Bobbie