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how gently move
these brittle bones
from evermore to waking
eternities
beneath my pillow
cold
were traded once
as came a dream –
get me back
by morning
before the sun –
her fingers brushing
gold
to places
braided silver
are memories remiss
– a photograph
tendered not
by name
a blush
of april blossom
tangled in my hair –
moments lent
of heaven
to reclaim
pages yet
unburdened
of all that I might say
were secrets meant
my senses
to restore
a haunting recollection
of windows
open still –
a silent moon
and footprints
on the floor
how gently move
these brittle bones
from evermore to waking
. . .
Outstanding poem, very illuminating.
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A beautiful poem of waking love.
Ahhhh…. have been away from wordpress for a while and have missed your poems, Bobbie. They are like a balm to my soul. Sooo beautiful. This one feels so soft, like a tender breeze gentle blowing around a room and discovering new caresses. xo
Great stuff; extraordinary!
“a silent moon
and footprints
on the floor”
Across the vast
forever past
the dreamer ever
asks for more…..~xo~
Me
Your words sing out their soothing melodies, wrapping their embrace around waiting hearts and minds. They bring sweet life to dance for lasting moments with their endearing beauty…a very gorgeous poem!
The breath of your words, stroke my soul. Beautiful Bobbie, thank you. Love always, and xxxx
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