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in the rush
of a northern atlantic come home
across endless lives to embark
listen me over
start me anew
as wings beating life
from the dark
store me to winter
rouse me to spring –
sit me to rock
where the night doesn’t go
read me to poems
I’ve forgotten their taste –
somewhere I’m waiting –
still me to know
soften my fall
with the strength of your arms
glistening tears
of surrender betrayed
fix in my soul
every memory of you
waiting to fly me
away
. . .
tornadoday 
I’m intrigued with– sit me to rock… and read to poem… to me, this whispers that you’re the poem and the rock… could I be wrong sweet B?
Well, I could answer simply ‘yes’, but that would be sly wouldn’t it. Actually the term ‘sit me to rock’ means sit with me a while on the porch in a rocking chair……….and the later, even simpler…….let me inspire more than word or two. 🙂 Thank you, Debbie. ~ My love always, Bobbie