Tags
becoming, cherokee, connection, destiny, divine intuition, dreams, faith, fearless, grace, knowledge, life, living, love, nature, old maps, passion, reason, restless, spirit, spirituality, strength, wandering, wisdom, woman, wonder
feathers strain
the waters –
with memory of sky
a long way back
across the dark
divide
forgotten where
we started –
making yet our way
reminded of another
almost lost
tho far away
I have wandered
past my story –
back into the night
it seems –
where the waters
meet with heaven –
feathers fall
as stars
unseen
. . .
tornadoday 
That last stanza is magical, Bobbie, really is.
Thank you ever so much, my dear sweet Richard. Your words are blessing to me. ~ Much love, Bobbie
You’re welcome
Sometimes angels pass among us from morning through night and back to the morning without notice, but they echo in our dreams. ~xo~ Always
Me
O, I think that’s the challenge – we should always strain to notice. Thank you, Paul. ~ Always with love, Me
Pingback: ~Percy Bysshe Shelley And I – Kentucky Sky | Simple Pleasures
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.