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bliss, breath, connection, conscious consciousness, dreams, faith, grace, gravel roads, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, spirit, wandering, wisdom, wonder
when morning comes
and I have slept
beyond our everafter ~
don’t wait me long
or think me gone
ahead
as buds
beneath the snowfall
melted ~
rose before the dawn
a mirror of reflection
hides the jealous moon
drifted out
across the pond
silver deep asleeping
casting out forever
with a net
of jagged stars
a cup of words
and I a song
shall make
. . .
tornadoday 
as always, you write with such a light and masterful hand… giving us glimpses of how it is to be your soul in this world…so much grace…it is such a gift…
❤
You, and the words that flow from you, are a treasured gift Dearest Bobbie ❤ xXx