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choice, home another way, life, love, seeing in the dark, truth, unremembering, wisdom, woman
OF ALL I’VE KNOWN
AND THERE A FEW
WITH NAMES
I DON’T REMEMBER
A SCATTERING OF STONES
AGAINST MY HEART
EVERMORES
FORGOTTEN NOW
THE WAY FOREVER LINGERED
TOOK TO ROOST
A HOME BENEATH MY BED
ALLOWING SOMETHING
MORE THAN I
POSSESS THE NEED TO ALTER
BOXES FILLED –
PARCHMENT PAPER HEARTS
OF FADED LINE
AND ONE MORE TIME –
THE LOWLY EVIDENCE
OF MOMENTS
WITHOUT WORDS
TO SPEAK –
FOR FEAR
THEY MATTER ONLY
IN MY DREAMS
. . .
tornadoday 
profoundly true…
Are dreams less than waking? Do we wake each morning into a dream?
Life (love) is like that, like a dream you can’t quite understand, one in which you don’t necessarily know what you’re looking at until it is right in front of you….. The remembrance of the thing we never knew we had forgotten…. ❤
Ahhh…, forever . .., and dreams . ……. xo
…who I am to talk? I dream of rain……….and a house I’ve grown old in without ever having lived there……….
Sometimes a dream from decades ago returns to me in conscious waking … Makes me wonder – it was never forgotten, just lost in time
…a part of you unrecognized. Foolish is the soul who thinks that love can ever be lost, that a dream undreamed is somehow less worthy of our sleeping…….. ❤
I love the embrace of your words….so easy to embrace Bobbie!
……..as I love the tenderness of your praise, dear Wendell