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shadows slide
beneath the crest –
echoes into song
the wake becomes our dreaming
to defend
laurel blooms
a sacred curse –
of choices made too few
a promise grew
to will us back again
questioning
these turns of fate
to touch on places tender
would mark as gifts
where skin is burned away
tracing stars
from one and back
ancient silver ladle
pours the light of living
empty into day
without regard
the midnight strains
against the gates
of morning
as red and purple sashes
counter blame
surrendered of another time
we stood beyond
the firelight
and made believe
wings were filled with flame
. . .
tornadoday 
beyond the firelight
the wings filled with flames
are indeed the passion
that dreams are made of
that we still carry within us today…
even the embers of those moments burn still…
Take Care Bobbie for you and your words Matter Much….
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love to you on this beautiful day…
just me
Thank you, my sweet beautiful Maryrose……… Always, we are defined by that which we keep. Love you always, Bobbie
Another tremendous one, big as the night sky, with strong images – like tracing stars.
Thank you, Stephen………. like ‘tracing stars by name’……… Love to you always, Me
“ancient silver ladle
pours the light of living
empty into day”
What an amazing metaphor for an everyday sunrise…, Only you could see this.
~Ever~ Paul
….yet, just as amazing is one that would understand the metaphor………. dontchoothink? Thank you, Paul. ~ Love, Bobbie
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