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she wakes
and I am waiting
the meaning of her sighs
as pink and yellow ribbons
to the wheat
washing now
in rivers – of divine
her mysteries
fill the soul
deciding
not to sleep
she loves
and I am willing
one more life
this one to save –
another time
for other loves
the same –
scarlet brush of passion
marks a morning sky
angels weep
with memory of night
she sees
and I am ever
as a child into her fold
pressed against the bosom
of her sin
carried as a baby would
let me lead –
I will
know as she is knowing
of the truth
she wakes
within
. . .
tornadoday 
aww Bobbie, as I interpreted it… I’m still sleeping in the loss of my love and the dreams and hopes once breathless and believed… the heart sometimes has to take small breaths in order to fully awake ~ Wonderful writing !
O, Debbie, sometimes it seems breath is a luxury. At times when small talk is too little, and remembering, too big…….sorrow fails our dreams such that wake each day to a loss we had forgotten. My love is with you thru the ache. May time show you that love is never lost – may the hole that is loss be filled with gratitude for love, and the endless days it sat on your bed. Be blessed, knowing that love is NEVER lost. Always, it lives in the millions of ways it changes us…… My love to you, Debbie. ~ Always, Bobbie
thank you thank you thank you friend ~ you are right– sorrow fails dreams ! You don’t fail to my need!
I’ve long since believed that rather than falling to our knees under the burden of grief, we would be best served by falling on them in gratitude……… 🙂 Love never fails us.