press me not
for names and places
one more only time
a moment
just beginning
separates me now
from a life
I might have lived
beyond the realm
of rhyme
wonder unexpected
fearless in my flight
as once a sparkle
danced
above the pines
how many lives
will I return
defending what was lost
searching every
memory
of time
. .
Lovingly defending, with the blackness of the night and spark of dreams flowing from your words… ❤ always Bobbie xXx
“searching every
memory
of time”
Sometimes a distracting and dangerous pastime…, sometimes a pleasant distraction. xo