03 Thursday Mar 2016
o little
of these –
the fairest of me
still sits
in the rain
at the edge of the sun
taking of everything
moments
come clean
rivers yet rising
shall barter
for none
sweetly
remember me
let to the lines
a piece
of forgiveness
forgotten
us now
stirred into
memory
saved to your soul
by a smile
I was wearing –
redeems me
somehow
. . .
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Thank you, my friend. You honor me.
Silhouettes against morning sun, light that waters the soul with dewdrops
as tears becoming rivers, destined for the sea……..a moment holding sweet to eternity
Within eternity …
hush…….
Very beautiful, Bobbie.
Thank you, Stephen…….. As ever…..only.
It’s been a long and tiring day, Bobbie. I’m not sure I understand what you are writing here, but I like the sound and the flow of it. …………………….xo
Dearest Paul, what matters is that the words will sit with you, long past the moment you found them. That is my blessing.