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here am I
remembering –
resorting now to dreams
a place the same as dew
upon the lawn
the same as mourning wakers
stretched beneath the sun
leaning into life
(don’t make me stop)
for fear of all the others –
I was meant as I was come
to find forever
waiting with the dawn
silently to gather
a weave of distant skies
– my tapestry
was once a wish
upon
. . .
tornadoday 
There are words that lift and embrace in pure ways. The glow of your hearts spirit,glow delivers a certain pure beauty, every day and in every way. A special gift your poems will always be to many! God bless!
My heart is filled with the joy that is your light, Wendell. ~ Thank you, my friend. ~ Ever love, Bobbie
Too much plumbing, too much painting, too much electrical work…!!!!! My mind is mush tonight. I think I know what this is about but I won’t muddle it up by saying someting really stupid dredged up from a tired brain. Good night Lady Wordsmith. xo
Himself
Whatever you think it’s about, you’re absolutely right……… 🙂 Thank you, kind sir……. ~ Much always, Me