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what now becomes
the way we knew
of all
that came before of sense
starlight fills my window
with hope
for evermore
wherein I know
as I knew then
of places unremembered
was touch –
a truth recalling me
to home again
a gentle rain
where no one sees
– sparrows sleeping
breast to breast
awakened by a dream
of falling leaves
time is but
a wiser sun
arisen to our will
as longing to a morning breeze
are moments held –
in quiet still
. . .
Bobbie, you hit all the right notes for me. still- time- sleep- awaken.Thank you..bob
You know, when I was posting, I thought of you, Bob……..and somehow, I knew you’d like this. Some of my most precious of all dreams are those where I am fully aware that I’m dreaming, but I stay………a moment more. ❤
Good thing this wasn’t a long poem, Bobbie. You had me holding my breath right to the end. Don’t know if it was the imagery, the rhythm of the lines, or the warmth and peace I felt when I read it, or maybe all three, but this is golden. ~~xo~~
Me
Whatever it was, I am grateful you like it, and more grateful you didn’t turn blue and pass out. Thank you, Paul.
Your words echo through and through.
….as do yours, dear Millie…………