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blues
and purple clover
spilled beneath my skirt
as intimate
the weave
of earth to sky
rings of more
than one could keep
a memory of light
– lacey pieces
scattered on the lawn
time
revealing everything
we never meant to say
and yet
for this –
I sit so long the night
wrapped within
your only wish –
once before was fell
to where I wait
in shadows
of your sleep
breathing
eased
before the dew
can rise again
to wing
before the cricket’s song
the swallow sings
of heaven
o thy sleepy eyes
speak so lovingly
of ancient rite
and nights
of evergreen
. . .
So beautiful, as always.
You are so sweet to say so, Rena…….. You bless me ❤
Meet the neverending circle of life.
Indeed……..one end is but another beginning. Always, we come ’round to home. Thank you, Salva. May your day be blessed with new beginnings and sweet endings. ❤
You are too kind. And, please, accept all wishes for blessings as returned. 🙂
Only wish ????? You mean I only get ONE??? The genie in the bottle gave me 3 !!! ~xo~
Me
Is that the genie that works down at the used car lot? 🙂
No, it’s the genie that’s in the bottle (of rum that’s in my cabinet)… 🙂 xo
Just to read these beautiful words takes ones breath away…so very lovely beyond compare! Outstanding poem Bobbie! Spiritual hugs, love and blessings!
❤ I am richer for your presence in my life, Wendell.
May I reblog this?
You certainly may, my friend. You bless me……. ❤
Thank you so much
Keep on writing, great job!
Thank you, Michael.