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destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, history, knowledge, life, living, longing, memory, mystery, reason, restless, resurrection, spirit, strength, understanding, value
the rain has come
atlantis
where are you gone
what legions knew
yet turned
your will away
separated
now again –
by miles
and men and more
yet still when nights
are cold –
I hear you pray
wherein the sin
you might have been
kept your lies
beneath
covers even now
the longer bed
an orchestrated
guillotine
sanctified by fire
broken hearts
around your skirt
are spread
o tell me
once again as I
this restlessness betray
to know the truth
was ever yours
to tell
ashes float
a solemn rift
voices rise beyond
spirits speak
of sorrows –
weaved into the veil
. . .
tornadoday 
The poem seems to reflect a deja-vu moment from deep within and long ago…sometimes we are joined with a time in the past leaving us to ponder if we were maybe there…its probably in our DNA passed down from ancestors or an overly active imagination, and yet i had a moment in the same way when I wrote the poem The Romantic Warrior. I am feeling you on this poem, and it is a very enchanting gem! Hugs and blessings my sister!
Yes, that is it, Wendell. An understanding deeper than our ability to explain. Thank you. ~ Ever love, Bobbie
beautiful
…as always, your light is love………..thank you, v ~ ever love, me