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whispers
and lies
feel the same
in the dark
weeping for somebody’s baby
promises spared
the condition of truth
ache is made home
where heart
used to be
a quiet resolved
to sleep ‘neath the bed
with secrets
the same
as dared we repeat
a tortured relearning
the language of love
poetry warmed
by the tongue
snowflake
and feather
briar and lace
scripture
and where have you been
wrapped in a story
tell me anew
of a blush
bleeding soft
thru the pines
. . .
tornadoday 
… those pines I call my love and my home …
the leaves
awake to whispers
of a place
beyond the wind
behold the night
where light
is understood
a dream
denied the weight
of words
awake to me again
held aloft
by memory –
tis there
I love….
again
I hope that I am worthy of this honour …
Thank you very much for this amazing present.
Wishing you and all your loved ones a most happy new year and a promising and rewarding 2015,
Salva 🙂
promises spared
the condition of truth
ache is made home
where heart
used to be.
I don’t know why, but I love this. a lot. ❤ I feel it.
I think I know why……….the same reason they spoke to me, dear Julia………. ❤ Love always remembers us home.
Snowflake and feather
both weigh the same
one cold, one warm
wrapped in a name……..beauty !
………..xo
ME
…….poetry sleeps the winter………
Another beautiful one!
Thank you, my sweet Stephen. ❤
Your words are always a delight to embrace…they refresh the heart and soul! Have a beautiful weekend!
Thank you, my dear dear Wendell. Always, you know my heart.
Briar and lace…beautiful words Bobbie. Life weaves it’s forward tapestry, richer for your golden threads. ❤ xXx