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where
the wind
a moment spoke
in breezes
to the ocean –
a time or two
when trusted you
to stay
whispers
wake me –
all the night
around me wraps
with wanting
for one more time
– one more
yesterday
to live within
this consequence –
sworn to breathless
morning –
sometimes
I feel your presence
moving there
wondering
of where the winds
and where –
the waves are singing
songs I once
remembered
everywhere
. . .
Author’s note: I love the ocean – and the mountains. When I am on the shore,
I can close my eyes, and there – the sound of leaves pushing one into another.
When among the trees, I close my eyes and hear waves upon the sand. The
songs are the same – love speaks a language all can understand.
A story told by evergreen writ upon the tides.
Your beautiful words always leave a smile on my face.
Such a worthy cause for such simple words, Deana…….. May the world be dazzled by you. Love ♥ ~ Bobbie
Stunning
Thank you, dear Richard………. I am honored that you think so. ~ ♥ ~ Bobbie
I think that of almost all of them, and there’s no need for thanks, the pleasure is all mine. 😊
♥
“for one more time
– one more yesterday”
…..And when that yesterday became tomorrow, the heart would ask for
another, and another, and another. We both know that…, right?
Love ‘n’ a hug,
Paul
Indeed, it would………… one more forever! Thank you, Paul. ~ Love B♥bbie
Many more tomorrows, much more time for one to embrace, for to a heart in love, time is not measured the same, for minutes become days within themselves, hours become weeks and we find that within that cocoon love remains timeless and unchanging, for no one can take away the feelings that live inside for once we own it even for small amounts of time…we never let it go…no matter what! Awesome poem Bobbie…awesome!!!!
This, now…….an eternity come for us. I love your description of time – and love that speaks not such name. ~ Bobbie