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across
into
ten million miles
wing’ed lovers fly
eager as the pull
to home –
of once familiar skies
never knew
the way –
never felt the same
was something more to dream
to love
as I was loving you –
every mile between
as memory
committed now –
to feel what is your song
the weathered beat
of rhyme
is versed – equaled
by my own
as thunder
rushed from lightning
falling back in time
the universe has made
a place –
for leaving words
behind
. . .
tornadoday 
…and poets to write those words.
Himself
Whatever the calling, I am grateful that I hear. Thank you, Paul. ~ Much love, Bobbie
“never knew
the way –
never felt the same
was something more to dream
to love
as I was loving you –
every mile between”
aahhh… such are words that they sometimes jump off the page.
Love to you and your words, beautiful Bobbie!