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here
and I listen
speak and so slowly
the dark pulls away from the night
a prisoner stirs
from secrets well kept
and leans her way
into light
forgiven
to being
forgotten allegiance
even now –
my whispers are heard
in places kept safe
by coming and going
– scattered as wish
into word
stay my communion
as one shade of summer
skylight confessions
I make
flush with the shadow
of all night returning
– will love find my arms
when thought
stirs awake
. . .
tornadoday 
How do you write so beautifully?
Pure wordsmith, you are.
You are a kindness to my heart, dear friend…….and I am blessed by the light you wear. ~ Always with love, Bobbie
Light? I’ve been more bright lately.
I’m glad you’re a reader of my stuff. Humbled that anyone gives a damn, quite honestly.
Oh, don’t say that……….. The whole world is just waiting to see what you do next! Words of wisdom – ‘look up’…….. 🙂
…it will always find you…, awake or asleep. ~~Always~~ Paul