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held not
the feather
falling –
the winter
from the chill
a long night
how I held you then
as pardon given
will
as ashes
blown the way
of march –
of april sons
and fathers –
who am I to question
what the passing
seasons leave
as noted here
no more than this –
eternity
we opened
an understanding
more than I can say
once we were
together –
might the warmth
recall me now
holding
still
to lifetimes
worn away
remember
lest I ask you
for a memory
or two
a time before
our touching
held a kiss –
angels bent
to tell us
where and when
the way
we knew –
of all was left
a moment more
of bliss
…”angels bent
to tell us
where and when
the way
we knew -“…
More than just poetry
this wondrous thing you do
words that link the now to then
…the magic that is you.
Good night, darlin’ girl…. ~xo~
sweet the call
resounding
in places still I go
without the need
for map
or letting go
long
the twilight gathers
as shadows
of the day
night is come
and I am swept
away
Thank you, my sweet. Love always, Bobbie
Simply beautiful…
Thank you, my precious Wendell. ~ Always with love, Bobbie
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