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e’en now
I remember
a sliver of moon
tiny white shells
on the ground
poems were written
each night
as I lay
neath a cradle of stars
– a heart without sound
committing to memory
every fissure of light
as wings gave name to the wind
I began to tell stories
of how it might be
– the grief of a sailor
returned by the sea
in search
of the lost
some answer to find
tho weaved to a locket
his share
were happiness more
than a place
on the map
a long ago something
no one compares
how the pines
loved the river
for reasons unknown
boats rushed the current
to home
birthed into fortune
restless to wake
dreaming the color
of oceans unseen
quiet keeps silent
the pulling apart –
as shores shy away
from the green
. . .
Author’s Note: A little history. I awake more
than most in the midst of the night – holding to
words I can’t say. Launched from the bed
by the promise of page – I sit in the still –
telling stories by dark. Some call them rambling;
others, meant to be.
. . .
tornadoday 
I can relate so much to that usually waking each night around 2:00 where my heart will pour out its emotions and psalms, always as if called by name, for it always seems I hear a soft whisper that embraces me at that time, never letting me go. Beautiful embracing words Bobbie!
I love knowing this of you, Wendell. Not long ago, I read something as it relates to creativity. The very best time for painting, writing, etc. is in the 90 minutes after we first wake for it is a time without shadow of the ego (I suppose the ego is a heavy sleeper). In that time, our best work happens for it is a time when the voice of questioning is silent. Thank you……for giving me yet another reason for loving that time. ~ Always love to you, dear Wendell. May your day be filled with light and your pains few. ~ Ever, Bobbie
I wake in the middle of the night too, Bobbie, but mostly because my back hurts or I have to go to the bathroom 🙂 Sincerely though, many times I write late at night before I go to bed because a restless muse won’t let me sleep until I satisfy its calling. Surprisingly, that’s when I write best. ~~Always~~ Himself
I just wrote the most amazing response to this and now it’s gone! 🙂 Regardless, what I was saying is how wonderful that you are able to write at night. I cannot, or should I say I cannot easily (and I am all for easy)…… I struggle with every word and every thought, but if I put it away – either the words will awaken me or the morning light will shine like the first time on the page. The mornings are just so easy for me. You might be surprised how much you’d love that time too, when the world is asleep and the ego hasn’t yet found his way from dreams. ~ Thank you, Paul. ~ Always love, Bobbie (copying this time)