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twilight
and what has
this moment forsaken
a far distant
morning
as written to lace
with whispers
of where we might be
come forever
– out past the edge
of beginning
retraced
a heaven
relenting –
from shores of just now
ages
and when will I know
I am found
in the taste
of your telling –
the sweat of the night
reaching
beseeching us
one into light
. . .
tornadoday 
Always a precious treasure to embrace…your poems!
As always, your light shines sweetly to my heart, dear Wendell. I hold you here. ❤
Himself a wonderful morning ’tis an’ to wake t’ such grand an’ glorious words an’ thoughts as these be close would be near to bein’ in paradise, wouldn’t it now? Top o’ th’ mornin’ t’ ya darlin’ girl, an’ may yer day be good t’ ya! . . .xo
Himself
Thank you, dearest Paul. In every word, I hear your smile! Thank you.
retraced ❤ xXx
and from the leaves of just now, a story remembered whole………… I love you, Jane.