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beneath this fragile
knowing –
splinters pressed into
the place of solace come
and who will know
of thought I never
spent to verse
words left out to dry
where time is gone
you must have seen me
fly
above the trees
between the clouds
beyond the reach of song
how many lives
awaited
for us here
I can’t be sure
I told you once
some things I can’t forget
– the color of your eyes
between my tears
tell me now
as you must know –
of moments
we have passed
when promised us a life
beyond these years
carry my
beleaguered soul
into the place of hands
hold my name
within the heart
you own
. . .
tornadoday 
some things I can’t forget…some things I don’t wish to remember
O, I understand that Bob. I could say the same, and yet……I do. I remember for all that I know has become all that I keep……igniting the one I’ve become (a masterpiece painted with a few discontinued colors). 🙂 Thank you. ~ Much love, Bobbie
ohh Bobbie! My heart was brought to its knees! Glorious !
Thank you, Debbie. Always, your words reach into my soul (and I am blessed). ~ Love, Bobbie
You sound so sad!
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO no!!!!!!!!!! Not ever. Quite often, I will read something that triggers some thought. In those cases, the best I can do is get to paper as quickly as possible…….and let the words take me where they will. 😉
But always, the captain of the ship remains lucid! 🙂 Thank you, James. ~ All my love, Bobbie
How many times your words are so hypnotic and enchanting…so beautifully delivered!
…and so richly blessed for having fall upon your heart, dear Wendell. Thank you, my friend. ~ Love, Bobbie