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last night
I dreamed
(my waking one) –
a house
my ways becoming
and split three times
the porch
into the sun
the steps were broken
(all my paths
were worn)
held me there
one winter –
buried me
beneath
an ancient bough
– a stretch
of cedar wings
a longing
(not so much) apart
recalls another me
miles without a story
(coming true)
blossoms from a place
where once
I scattered
memories
. . .
Your most beauiful.
You humble me, Stephen. Thank you for this gift. ~ Love, Bobbie
A wonderful image held in such delicate thought!
Truly,
James.
Thank you, my dearest James…….. My joy is knowing words fall gentle upon your soul. There, my blessing. Thank you. ~ Always love, Bobbie
This makes me look back…, to touch memories…, not necessarily good or bad ones, just a review of the past asking asking “is there something I left behind…, undone”. Seems to be a time of year when many of us do that. Loved the imagery you used. ~~xo~~ me
O, my dearest Paul………nothing is left undone. All we’ve known (all we’ve loved), we carry with us………loving again and again…….returning to the moments we were made. What a sweet gift we’re given – to remember. ~ Always with love, Bobbie
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