of moments made
a fragile bit
of all might I remain
whispers warming soft
on silent lips
secrets folded
thrice again –
beyond the reach of tears
beyond the day
awakening begins
with names
they never called us by
places blurred to ink
a road
or two –
and loves we swore
to give ourselves unto
stars were crossed –
lifetimes lost
truths
we can’t undo
morning waits –
ten thousand shades
of blue
. . .
I felt your words as if once upon a time they were my whispers of breath from my soul 🙂
Beautiful…simply beautiful
Thank you for the thought that made me smile
Take Care Bobbie…You Matter
love to you …hope all is well in your neck of the woods
mary
Dearest Mary, you feel the words because they were born the same in you as they were me………… I love you. ❤
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2016-02-16 1:21 GMT+02:00 tornadoday :
> tornadoday posted: ” of moments made a fragile bit of all might I remain > whispers warming soft on silent lips secrets folded thrice again – beyond > the reach of tears beyond the day awakening begins with names they never > called us by places blurred to ink a road or two – and” >
Ah, a journey into the what might have been….., always frustrating, isn’t it………xo
Not so much. The way, no matter how far, somehow brought us into this one divine moment……….. What might have been surely was.