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how is it
words were come
when there was nothing
left to say
names already written
to my heart
fade to light
so easily –
pull me from my dreams
dared to sleep
– remember me
this way
touch
not soon forgotten
graces understood
miles to go –
and still
I wander on
driven by a madness
settled as a saint –
counting
out my blessings
every one
take of mine
my moments –
as want for any less
change is sure
tho I shall
linger here
eased against
forever –
weighted by a sigh
held by something
greater still
than I
. . .
tornadoday 
Very beautiful wordplay.
Wonderful catch and throw, a beautiful analogy ~ Faithfully Debbie
So very exquisitely delightful…your words are always worth their weight in gold, for they are always a bountiful treasure! Beautifully written Bobbie! Hugs, love, and blessings always my sister!
nicely woven 🙂
Driven by madness – settled as a saint, counting out my blessings…. Just a wonderful picture of a poem/you.