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started from nothing
wishes and string
were tied to my branches
and weaved
into light
a memory set
as a whisper to kiss
was carried somewhere
by the wind
cleave from these veins
a destiny lost
to long ago summers
a girl of nineteen
was dreamed into waking
one night by the stars
as love unremembered
to breathing
again
. . .
tornadoday 
These lines:
“wishes and string
were tied to my branches
and weaved
into light”
are just soooo gorgeous, Bobbie. And then the whole of your last stanza just sings to the soul. Beautiful xo
Thank you, Angela. Funny, but the last stanza was originally the first……the one that woke me up. Perhaps it was singing a bit loudly to my own soul. 🙂 Thank you so much. ~ Love ever, Bobbie
That girl is still within Bobbie, eloquently expressed in your words of love. Xxxx
I believe that, Jane. The girl of 5 lives within the girl of 57……..she hasn’t changed, except in the amount of love she carries with her. There, our real beauty. ~ May your wagons always make room for love. ~ Bobbie
Reading this gave me the place of as a whisper to kiss. Beautiful, beautiful!
-Jennifer
Thank you, sweet Jennifer………. May the light that is love fall as such always. ~ Love to you, my friend. ~ Ever, Bobbie
Nicely phrased.
Thank you, my friend. Such kindness you are. ~ Love, Bobbie
Loved especially the phrase – “cleave from these veins a destiny lost
to long ago summers”
Lovely, Bobbie.
Mine too, Eric….. As I mentioned to Angela, those are the words that woke me up, that sent me scrambling in the dark to find paper and pen………….. Thank you. ~ Ever still, Bobbie
this fit my summer of 19…*sigh*
Thank you Bobbie, that is one summer tucked safely away 🙂
Take Care…You Matter…
Love to you
)0(
just me
I’m not surprised, Maryrose. What a wonderful summer…… But then, when I think about it, every summer was the best………every night, the sweetest. Every kiss, the most gentle and every love, the dearest. I believe that is truth of life, that with each breath, we awaken a world never known – a new best of always. May this day unfold treasures that will be held close to your heart forever. I know it will. I love you, Maryrose. ~ Always, Bobbie
Well, everyone picked the words the liked best…, I liked ’em all. 19 was a beautiful year to be alive. Love ‘n’ a hug
~~xo~~
Me
Every day, dear Paul. Every day is the best one we’ve lived………. Let us listen sweetly to the song that is ours……….let us linger often in love. ~ Bobbie
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