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I have waited. To speak with you again; we have forgotten our voices. Printed words are rare, sterile and devoid of intention.
You have another life beyond our memories. Beyond the years that unite us solemnly like family.
We were once close, like siblings, like lovers, like keepers of secrets. Monks praying, tending to the garden of their Eden, respectful of life’s gifts. We carefully removed the thorns and weeds of the space surrounding us; there were many. We planted borders of flowers to bloom in all seasons. Taking us in each direction we imagined for our lives. Perhaps that garden is still colorful, year round. Even today. Perhaps other people walk on our stones.
I grow older, more silent, wearing the years like a monk’s cloak, although I have left the prayers for others. You never understood. Like an old oak, my limbs grow stiff, waiting for the fatal wind to break down their last vestige of strength. I leaned on you for so many years. Time’s crutches bear me less and less well. Before I die, will we speak again?
Leave me to the ocean breeze, my ashes dusting high cliffs of heather. Will you come for me then?
a forest of time
saluting through dead branches
another full moon
. . .
This reminds me too much of my human mortality, Bobbie. It’s written well, but I’m not sure I’m ready for anything like this. 🙂 + xo +
Me
Dearest Paul, there’s nothing wrong with being reminded for surely in the reminding, we find the present much more endearing……..the now all of all. 🙂 Love, Bobbie
beautiful depth… mystified and touched… thank you
Thank you, dearest Jason. I am warmed by your presence. ~ Ever love, Bobbie
I like this new voice of yours. I want to hear more. 🙂
Thank you, James……… This came about as I sorted through some old letters – finding pieces of my past in pages almost gone. I let myself drown for a bit. ~ Love ever, Bobbie
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Thank you, my dearest one.
This Is one of the very best you have penned! It is sad, yet deeply joyful in that you still cherish the passing deepness of the relationship. You heart still feel tiny embers alive within…and though you yearn for some passing moments, the new ones have opened your soul in a wonderful way…where you dance with your words painting Springs landscape with a certain beautiful happiness that will nourish you heart and soul in the days ahead. We are blessed to see the blossoming of your heart and spirit. Hugs and blessings always!
Wendell, your words are like receiving a dozen roses every day……….they sweeten everything around them. Thank you, my forever friend. ~ Always love, Bobbie
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