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I met you
on abandoned roads
where no one goes but friends of mine
are keeping up pretenses
for how it used to be –
swore to never say your name
but when choices came
I called you up
once or twice wondering
how you managed
just to be
the sweetest of a time
forgotten now
I met you
eastbound and northern
on trains that never touched –
but passed within a shimmer
of yellow paper dreams
on rails that sighed in my voice
stretched beneath
and miles beyond
ten thousand giant cedars
wing’ed ones –
remembered us to
song
I met you
on the coming back –
a story for repeating
you said you knew me
when
you knew me how
held as one an august night
as gentle rains
descending –
morning broke
in dust and smoke
its creamy winter skies
. . .
soumyav said:
lovely indeed
tornadoday said:
Thank you, sweet Soumyav. Always, you reach my heart.
SalvaVenia said:
A powerful ode to ardour and true friendship.
tornadoday said:
Thank you, Salva. The dearest part of our story is that which was made from another, a mingling of what matters into moments so divine, we dare not speak of them aloud. ❤
SalvaVenia said:
Then, please, never change your mind! 🙂
Jane Thorne said:
Golden loving strands, so beautifully captured. ❤ Bobbie xXx
tornadoday said:
Thank you, my precious Jane. Our tapestries (I believe) are made of much the same colors……….. Your heart, as mine. Always ❤
Jane Thorne said:
We are blessed with tapestries of rich colours, for that is how we see life, you and I. ❤ xXx
PapaBear said:
…as ships in the night
see each other’s light
and pass.
Really liked the softness and emotion of this one, Bobbie. xo
Me
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jonicaggiano said:
A beautiful piece of writing. Have a great weekend. Joni
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