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endless, home, life, love, remembered to home, returning, sacred intimacy, sweet, time, touch, travel
whene’er
the spell of twilight
burns
to steal a sky so blue ~
will then I pause
my heart in wonder
how much of time
tis breath
til you
and I are found ~
when days no longer
move to block the path returned
how many stars
were wishes trailing ~
trade but for some other
spurned –
will find a place
within my soul
reflections of another past
nights
when I was famous ~
even so ~
left my name
amid your secrets
fallen stars
now taking hold
. . .
tornadoday 
Another fine one Bobbie. Good to “see” you again.
“…til you and I are found” …didn’t realize that you were ever lost, darlin’ girl. Once, a while back, I thought I was, but even then, I wasn’t. Really liked what you wrote, Bobbie. I don’t so much try to understand or find true logic in writing anymore. Just let the words flow into my mind and settle where they will…, and if I like them I’ll let them stay a while. How are you doing? ………………………………………xo