somewhere dreams
a pasture grows
in shades of green
and grass
paints a promise
rich of royal hues
somewhere
they are making plans
for someday
I’ll be home
a sky beyond
the memory of blue
somewhere still
my name is spoke
whene’er the night
grows calm
a hush above
the everyday release
of breathing in
and breathing out
somewhere
yet am I
a moment unforgotten ~
a whisper through
the trees
. . .
Great Post.
Your kindness is a blessing to me.
Somewhere……Indeed! 😉 Hugs!
perhaps even more than one somewhere
Closer than we think… 😉 Hugs!
So that our breath becomes the wind …
Our stories, written as rings to the wood……
“Our stories, written as rings to the wood……” and that wood burned to keep someone warm on cold nights. May we always be whispers and memories to those we love…………………………….xo
o, to live on in the silent whispers of the night…….
The life breath filled with love that dances alive in your words, will never be forgotten. Their beauty make heavenly smiles to blossom Bobbie. I am recuperating from an illness for the last three weeks. I thank God its going away, and your words always provide the healing one needs with their loveliness!
Wendell, I hope these words find you in a sweeter place than you were when you left your note. Always, you are mentioned by name when I pray.