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what part of me
is without place –
but for my ways
remembered
will they need a map
to find me –
here I am
on paths untouched
by fortune
stones
the age of God
would speak to me
of heaven
coming down
as close
these eyes to memorize
the mystery of one –
a droning song
of blush
against the night
reminders
of another time
I slept in fields of snow
don’t need a dream
– tis all the proof
I know
the distant sound of
falling stars
becomes a lullabye
of cricket serenade
– an angel sigh
to take the breath
of wonder –
where hush relearned my kiss
as ancient lives
aglow beneath the pines
. . .
beautiful…even to my deaf ears…bob
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As a reply I wrote a poem “Angels won’t sigh and stars do not fall”, which can be found here: http://salvaveniaxxl.wordpress.com/2014/07/20/poetry-angels-wont-sigh-and-stars-do-not-fall/.
Just as another point of view, please, and no intrusion intended. 🙂
Wishing you a joyful week,
Salva
a new favorite.
to speak the ineffable, to touch in the intangible, to grasp the incomprehensible…the wind in the boughs of the pines
Once again I am left with no words, Bobbie. You’ve used them here so beautifully there’s little I can say….. ~xo~
Me