Tags
breath, connection, conscious consciousness, destiny, divine this, dreams, faith, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, love, memory, moments, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, relationship, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, understanding, wandering, wonder
Returned as swallows
to the dawn –
where once
a golden shaft of wheat,
before the day
another song.
I wonder
will it sound as sweet
as melodies
I played of you –
before you came
to make them real.
Symphony of rust and weed –
sunlight knew
how you would feel.
Take me home
(I beg you please) –
ashes weighted at your side.
Solitude
you keep so well –
another day
burned into night.
Was there I held you,
whispered soft
of love I couldn’t know
would take
and leave me wondering
reasons (why we came)
to go –
on the way to us
from somewhere
yet to be.
There I’ll know you still –
these winds
will carry me.
. . .
tornadoday 
Pingback: Eleanor Roosevelt And I~ Do What You Feel | Simple Pleasures
All of these people said they liked this but no one bothered to comment ??? Whatsamatteryou ? It was great, Bobbie. I Liked it a lot. ~xo~
me
Sometimes, dearest Paul………I say more with a look or a nod than words could ever convey. Until words are created to speak in that language, I am content with a ‘like’ or a faraway *sigh* that floats high above the trees. ~ Always love, Bobbie
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.