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becoming, death, faith, grace, gravel roads, intimacy, knowledge, life, love, memory, passion, reason, seasons, self, sense, spirit, spirituality, truth, understanding
settle me in
as seasons digress
and leaves
burn their way
into snow
reminded of iris
– the color of wings
and a time
passed before
I could know
what was truth
to rekindle
a flame nearly gone –
a song
almost faded
from word
skins are worn easy
as twilight to press
life into passing
unheard
trace
comprehension
of places between
the last on my pillow
– a time
disappeared
starlight is writ
to the back of my hand –
counting my way
back to here
. . .
tornadoday 
This is beautiful!
As we fall asleep to the hope that all paths lead home……
Lovely words Bobbie,
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“To sleep, perchance to dream…” (Wm Shakespere)
The time we pass on our pillow leads us to the pathways of our hearts to the visions in our minds, not an unpleasant journey most times. ~~xo~~ Me
You have a gift for writing poetry my friend
and this one is an excellent example of your art 🙂
Andro xx
Another beautiful gem, that brings so many smiles alive in the hearts and the minds of all who embrace your words…it is so very easy to love them, for they are sprinkled with your beautiful, and wonderful genuine selfless glow! Your poems make a day better Bobbie, your words are a good medicine for me! Thanks for the smile!
Then I am blessed……… ♥ Thank you, Wendell. You just made my day that much brighter. ~ Bobbie