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dreams melt easy
into places of home
a box in the attic
of truths
holding still
as little green stamps
held to a page
would buy us the heavens
– a treasure of will
feathering
shadows to dance
up above
the ceiling takes life
of her own
ushering thought
into meaning returned
wrapped in a blanket
of old
strange
our repentance
our surrender to more
than a dollar made do
with the coming
to whole
to see without seeing
to know
all we keep
where value is kept
in the attic
of soul
. . .
tornadoday 
Very good. But I believe we need to hold onto the dreams because they do melt easily. Peace, Barbara
We should indeed………for the melt into oceans of promise……… 🙂 Thank you, dearest Barbara. ~ Love, Bobbie
May your come true and bring you all that you need. Blessings, Barbara
You capture it, that past, that soulful present.
The places we are………apart, together, one………. Beautiful place we are, dear Stephen. ~ Love, Bobbie
I could smell the dust in the attic, and see the shadows dance across the wall…
The attic of soul is not far apart from
The dreams we store there in the boxes of heart. This one is better than most, Bobbie. ~~xo~~ Me
I love all the images that came to birth within my mind from your very descriptive and colorful words…It is nice to embrace your words again…for they have a healing touch to ones soul! It is always a pleasure….wonderfully written!
I suspect (I know) that your heart swells within the memories of home…….the fire which never burns out. Love to you, Wendell. ~ Ever, Bobbie ♥
The first verse was well thought and pulls us into the rest of the story. Nice.
Thank you………. I’m so glad you like. ❤
You’re welcome.