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with gratitude
my soul becomes
remembrance of a name –
the taking in
til I am filled –
a place
of silent
fame
to resurrect
these mysteries –
much more than I can say
a truth denied
the words as yet
shall ring
some other day
. . .
memories
are sewn to me
petals on my sleeve
a song –
a music
sweeter than the night
proof when morning finds me
drifting back
from dreams –
nestled in a sweet
embrace of light
names
already known
maple
rose
and sparrow –
called to us
reunion of the saints
. . .
tornadoday 
The delivery of your words in a different style, brings a new taste of bliss to their embrace…romantically no one brings words to life better than you! A very lovely poem…have a lovely Sunday!
Thank you, Wendell. This was the result of a morning on the porch. Pieces that didn’t really fit together, but refused to be separate. I’m glad you like how I made them comfortable on the same page. 🙂 ~ Love to you always, Bobbie
I’ll read this again tomorrow when my brain isn’t mostly mush. It’s been a long, tired day, Bobbie. Sweet dreams. ~xo~
Paul
Tomorrow is another day, and there (I’ve often found) the words that didn’t work for me yesterday……….. I’m not sure whether it’s the words or just me being ready. 🙂 Thank you, Paul. ~ Love, Bobbie