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bliss, breath, connection, death, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, grace, knowledge, life, love, old maps, passion, postmark, reason, restless, spirit, truth, understanding, woman, wonder
strange the way
forever feels
as morning warns us home –
before the night
(is wrestled) from the bed
blooms are falling
(lazy)
reminders just the same
are fit inside a suitcase
(something someone said)
presence found
in golden pools –
perfume (once you loved)
is mine to keep –
these souvenirs (of time)
brush against my longing
when passed me
in the dark
were e’er there proof
(I knew) of one
divine
stories spilled
in silence –
as messages of light
reveal the ways
as years (we fall) between
whispers
(o I love you)
remain with me
tonight –
swept beyond my sleeping
(where you) dream
. . .
tornadoday 
This rings with memories of moments we can never live again, moments we can only touch with our heart. ~Love~
Paul
How beautiful are your romantic poems or may I call them songs, for their soft melodies easily embrace ones heart! As i read your words hauntingly i was reminded of some of the beautifully romantic songs by Carly Simon, and Carole King. Your words always give life to moments of lasting bliss which find a home to stay within. Such a lovely poem Bobbie! Blessings!
O, Wendell, I love those singers – some of my favorites of all time are Joni Mitchell, Carly Simon, Joan Baez, Bonnie Raitt Judy Collins…….and of course, Carole King. Do you know that her album Tapestry is the one album that is never ever discounted on Amazon…….it is an eternal best seller? I think I’ll go listen to it now……. Thank you for this blessing, dear Wendell, and for all the many you share with me (with us) each day….. ~ My love always, Bobbie
Hello you because at the other end 🙂 … just wanted to wish once a beautiful Sunday and a great start to the beginning of the week.
To write to each other is the attempt
Rays of words
to send into the heart of another 🙂
Best wishes to you
Soul love, Laura
……and while words quite often do a terrible job of telling, they are the light we have…….the means by which we give of the love we are…….. May your feet fall softly on the path today, Laura………knowing that you are loved. ~ Always, Bobbie