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becoming, bliss, connection, conscious consciousness, grace, gravel roads, knowledge, life, living, love, nature, old maps, passion, reflection, seasons, seeing in the dark, spirit, spirituality, truth, understanding, value, wonder
we are fireflies
floating in mists of memory
caught in silence
kept with smiles
slight nods of the head
a tear misting the eye
lovers’ intimate knowing
and each of these short-lived wonders
teach us with sparkling glimpses
of truth from their tiny golden lights –
that darkness is a soft pillow
to slow our souls
from the overflow of sensations
as wonders to allow us breath
between the emotions –
and then marvel at each vision
a winking evening star
or a dew covered rose
born of our dreams
. . .
What a restful sense of peace and renewal, Bobbie. Again, one of your best. Loved it. ~xox~
Me
Thank you, Paul. I’m so so so glad you liked it. There was a moment when I feared it was a little too cliché. ~ I’d never want to be considered such. 🙂 ~ Ever, Bobbie
Appropriately named, very wonderfully written! Have a wonderful Sunday!
Thank you, my sweet gentle friend. ~ Love to you always. ~ Bobbie
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