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beginning here, breath, close, journey, learning, life, love, path, somewhere still, time, truth
more
and for a future made
pieces blue and bright
a vision –
all I held
within my sight
a road no longer
walked along
trees
and branches
talked
of ancient times
and once I thought
to stay
wrapped in you
listening –
to silence
just as mine
gathered near
where secret whispers
bloomed
keep me here
stay the end
hold
and let me hold
to where I knew
you held
the way
to home
. . .
tornadoday 
Ancient still as near as yesterday, leaves fall to clay, mud on our boots, cling as memories of suns and stars …
….every breath, a part of every breath…..
“…the way home” Ah, ’tis an endless search, isn’t it ? …………………….xo
…to get to the place we never left….