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sometimes
I awake
in the still sweat
of night
– called from my sleep
by your voice
as love softly spoken
echoes somehow
to fill every shadow
– the long miles
between
as memory wills
truth unto silence
an ache
sworn to listen
lest slumber return
as darkness
to squander
the courage of morning –
a soul never trusted
to dream
. . .
tornadoday 
I’ve told you before: The abbreviated poem that presents in the Reader is often very good on its own.
….as love softly spoken
echoes somehow
to fill every shadow…. had a punch
But the poem gets even better .. an ache sworn to listen…
All the best, Bobbie.
You have told me, and often when I write, I imagine that……..what you see……glimpses of a moment………. I will also admit that it keeps me from venturing too far into fancy formatting! 🙂 Thank you, Stephen. Your kindness is never lost on me.
The soul needn’t dream…, that’s usualle the province of the heart. I really loved this piece, Bobbie. It’s easily one of your best. ……xo
Me
Perhaps the soul is the dream……….. Thank you, Paul. xo
It is always so easy when reading your words to embrace the deep soulfulness which is alive within. Lovely from beginning to the end!
It makes me feel good to think that, Wendell, that through these scattered words, we are remembered to the father who dreamed us first……..and to each other, regardless how far apart.