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were the flowers blooming
yellow –
last night while in my dreams
I stood beneath
a cross
and watched it rain
I remember someone saying
we’d never be the same
cried but I’m not sure
I felt a thing
of taking
I’m not ready
to decide my journey done
hearts to touch
and winds I haven’t seen
blown as north
above the pines
to split my world apart
the universe
remembers me
the same
lying down
or standing up –
waiting this too long
the dream is worn
to pieces –
by my night
. . .
Bobbie – how tender this is… when a dream calls us forward like this. I sense something fearless here — a “knowing” that everything is occurring as it should be.
I love this part:
“the universe
remembers me
the same…”
most beautiful dear friend ~ x much love, Robyn
O, you know me too well, Robyn. With every word from my pen, I wonder whether I’ve written it before. I wonder whether the soul who awaits it is in this time, returning again and again to find what was surely meant for him alone. Thank you, sweet beautiful friend. I love you. Have a wonderful miracle of a day. ~ Love, Bobbie
Familiar thoughts, Bobbie. No other comments….. ~Always~
Himself
I think we’ve had this conversation before – of the things I know, and the things I KNOW…….. Thank you, Paul. ~ Always, Bobbie
sigh…
hugs 🙂