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settle these drums
tender this song –
(remember)
and I shall be made
the place
where memory
melts (into light)
as distance
these musings
to fade
as ink
through the years
pressed between hands
(folded)
the length of goodbye
a voice without
season
sealed into word
and worn into place
(as tears
left to dry)
for a time
(not so fleeting)
as breath
close enough
is kept on a shelf
in the dark
counted (the ways)
mere steps from me now
retrieving the flame
from embers –
a spark
were moments
(of holding)
forever so near
could see out beyond
all we knew
was life
worth returning
(again
and again)
as a star
to believing –
(remembered) us
new
. . .
The melody alive in your words make me think of spring, because they make me dance within like tulips beneath an April shower or the brilliance of days in May! I can always rely on your words to lift my day Bobbie…thanks for the spiritual hug from afar my dear sister! Blessings!
Thank you for the warmth that is your words, Wendell. I saw where you got some snow. And here you thought you were moving to a place of eternal sun. 🙂 Just wait……….in a few months, you’ll be sweating! 🙂 Thank you, Wendell. Always, my love goes with you. ~ Bobbie
“A voice without season”:( carries one question to my mind:
Which is more dangerous; having something beyond its expiration-date or having something that has eternity as an expiration-date!!
Ah….I just wanna have some memory melting to the light & never brought forth by the dark:'(
Love & Light
Ahh……..but love has nothing to do with dates……….so there is no expiration; only ever eternity……….. 🙂 You are memory melting to light, dear Mira………..never think otherwise. ~ Love you, Bobbie
……………guess I don’t need words to respond to your sweet heart…
Hugs
♥