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these hands
how they love you
as lips to your song
of a place
I was going
someday
near a bend
in the river
where cattails are free
to move without music –
as one
with the waves
were rocked
by an ocean
in love with the sky
remade us to story
of clouds
filled with rain
how distant
endearing –
the thundering boom
rattles the windows
when I hold you
this way
. . .
Mmmmm…, nice ! I could taste the scent of the river, feel the caress of the breeze on my face, and hear the thunder…. ~xo~
Me
……the circle of life……….. always, we are going back to home
One of your best!
Thank you, Stephen! I thought of you last weekend. They were showing the movie Volcano for perhaps the 100th time this month, and there were your mammoths………. 🙂 Can I ever see them again and not think of you? I can’t imagine.
I wish that I (and the elephants) could be associated with a better movie than that Volcano fiasco. Even Tommy Lee Jones couldn’t save that movie, although, if I recall correctly, he did save the city of Los Angeles from destruction.
Indeed…….and in small steps, we save the world (even if no one wins an award). 🙂
Quite a beautiful love song to He who creates and allows us to create from the love he places in us all! Your heart always provide a radiant glow Bobbie! Hugs!
….an eternal source….. thank you, my dear sweet Wendell.
So exquisite…
Thank you so much, my dearest Cnawan. You warm my soul.
Another favorite. You woo me always!
…as you do me, sweet Millie. I absolutely LOVE how that works! ❤