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lullabies of places
we’ve forgotten
where we were –
gifted by the memory
of a dreams
here the now
of almost light
spills across the bed
ashes have blown
blue
against our green
remembered me
the same as then
and you –
the same I loved
came as night
and begged me not to go
beyond the west
became the wind –
soft against my breast
a northern sigh
of early morning snow
. . .
tornadoday 
Oh.., darn it, Bobbie ! You said that awful “S” word (s__w)!!! It’ll get here soon enough !!! 🙂 …Better and better Lady Wordsmith…, just better and better ! ~xo~
I keep forgetting that’s your most unfavorite word…….. 🙂 ~ Yes, soon enough. ~ Love, Bobbie
Your words leave a tender touch deep within all who have ever been in love! The memory never escapes but often is called upon for sweet embraces reminding one of the true reality of love. You words are always so very embracing….wonderfully written!
Thank you, Wendell. God is love, and at the core of everything that matters, there is love. It is the only truth. ~ Love always, Bobbie
bobbie dear, memories vague too often and recovered spuriously to that what comes beyond the west. My lullabies of time are therefore preciously conserved.
Oh, how sweet Bart………… Yes, indeed……….as they should be. Thank you. ~ Ever love, Bobbie
sometimes the memories take the words with the breath
all too often…
love this…love you
Take Care…You matter much
)0(
just me
But it is a good breath, and a good memory, dear Maryrose. Let us never short change the value of even a moment that was love. ~ Always, my heart is your heart. ~ Love, Bobbie
Guten Morgen 🙂 ♥
ich wünsche dir einen wunderschönen Tag mit viel Liebe ♥
sei ganz lieb und herzlichst gegrüßt ♥
Whatever you say, your heart still shines through, dear Laura………and we (I) am blessed. ~ Love, Bobbie