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were fate without reason
might you stay for a while
and read to me pages
once weaved into line
of mystery scored
to the back of your hands
and tenderness written
inside
of miracles felt
to the passing of spring
– petals defined
by the pulling apart –
moments so fleeting
a lifetime I lost
waiting
my breathing
to start
tonight
would you love me
thru the falling back in
with the whispering wonder –
of truth melting skin
a remembrance of always
when the last shade
is drawn
even now –
would you love me
again
. . .
tornadoday 
*sigh* you had me pulled in from the photo
then you words whispered like the wind going through the trees I am watching through the window
yes Miss Bobbie….you are listening again !…
Hope all is well in your world tonight!
Take Care…always You Matter…
)0(
just me
wandering the night
in the realm of listening
to my inner curiosity
Maryrose, I learned a long time ago that you and I hear the same – the whispers of everafter settling on the morning dew. Thank you, my forever friend. I love you. ~ Bobbie
O beaurful one, your words speaks to me — directly… openly… daringly.
And each time I visit you, you leave my heart motionless…. my eyes trembling…. and soul breathless. Such power you are, such power you have.
O Bobbie, amazing amazing you are!
Love & hugs.
O, my precious friend……….what a terrible thing and what a delight too. I went over to my spam folder (before deleting) and there were comments you had left. I’ve had this happen before and have had many a time when I commented on other blogs only to noice they were writtewith invisible ink. 🙂
Back to topic, you visit me and I am blessed. You find a place for my words, and I am blessed. You are you……..and I am blessed. Thank you, my beautiful soul friend. ~ Much love ever, Bobbie
….. you love, and I’m blessed
*smiles*
xx
Yes, I would.
James.
*sigh*
….and I was blessed
Love you, James ~ Always, Bobbie
Dear “B” It’s almost too sad, to me, to wonder — reasonable questions and yet, the discriminate is at the mercy of the indiscriminate in your breathless writing.
….Thank you, Deb. I think in most instances, the answers are not what matters. The questions are our solace……the remembering and the unrembering. Love to you this beautiful Saturday. ~ Always, Bobbie