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becoming, breath, destiny, faith, fearless, grace, knowledge, life, love, nature, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, relationship, restless, southern, spirit, spirituality, star crossed, truth, wandering, woman, wonder
of breath
where north meets
south –
melted now
my skies
into the bluest blue
the softest sigh
reminders
have been making
their way
across the lawn
dew is all but taken
by the light
who
and there
you wander
again and yet
I knew
you’d come for me
and I would bear
your truth
love
the only reason
can move our hurts
to heal
falls into the
measure
of our one –
remembered
still
. . .
tornadoday 
Of the truth that “Love is the only reason”, and it is love that heals. Beautiful, Bobbie. Always, Dee
Were there but one command, it would be simply to LOVE. There, our purpose, our future, our hope, our only truth. Thank you, dearest Dee. I pray your Thanksgiving has been a reminder of how much you are loved. ~ Ever, Bobbie
Your breath sets rise to the stillness of my chest…
You are that light upon the horizon, dear poet.
e
Thank you, dearest Eric…….. Ever, tis a light we share – poetry is but love given shape. ~ Always, Bobbie
One of the most exciting healing essences in life, is the breath of love we receive each day as it begins anew…your words always add to that special treasured moment!
Hugs and blessings Bobbie!
Thank you, Wendell………. Always, you hear the song that is my soul. ~ Ever, Bobbie
Ah, as we pass through our days, memories and dreams intermingle with the now and, as they do, hold together a complete life. ‘Tis a wonderful gatherin’ o’ words, darlin’ girl, and wouldn’t I like it completely, wouldn’t I now?
~Is tú mo ghrá~~ Himself
Life is a wonderful gathering of souls, into one place, into one memory of love. Thank you, Paul. xoxo ~ Bobbie