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were there reasons
not to notice
the way the cedars swayed
remembering
the twilight waltz
of moon
to resurrect
emotions –
when thought our time
was passed
were falling in
of falling out
goodbye
far more
than just a need
confessed
of strings no longer played
but once upon
a Tuesday night
when someone held my hand
how warm
my recollection
of fingers weaved
with mine
as silence
gave permission
to open wide my heart –
a moment
not for waiting
was the same as breath
become
. . .
I love those last two stanzas, Bobbie ❤ the second to last one really paints the picture of being known, or touched without having to say a word.
My favorite as well, Julia…… there are moments best left without thought to describe them……….
my favorite lines:
how warm
my recollection
of fingers weaved
with mine
simply exquisite
The world is filled with those who work so hard to describe something that cannot be, a moment that stretches to hold eternity…..when the simple act of smiling is making love………..
true enough
The poem is so heartfelt and lovely in its spirit…so very embracing!
Your words always warm mine. Thank you, Wendell.