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dreams, life, love, remembering, time, understanding, unremembering
from the meadow
buffaloes appear
and graze on treetops
careless they float
in ether –
the leaves they nibble
are higher than my roof
and soon their spring feeding
will change to a fall
of crackling orange cover
on tin roofs
(they do not see me)
in their reality –
they are a spell
of my imagination
while I bask in fading sunlight
though one day
when we all dream
these clouds will become
as precious
as the people
who seal our hearts in love
or a moment –
pondering
the origins of shooting stars
. . .
Had many problems wih HAcking, and computer issues. Lost a lot of info, and found that many I was not following. I will say this to you my sister, you are always sealed in my heart! Love what you always bring to nestle within from your wonderfully selfless heart! I have missed you much! Hugs and blessings!
And you, my dearest Wendell, are forever in mine. You would only be lost if I were lost…..and even then, we would be in excellent company….♥
I used to tell stories like this when I was a child…, then I grew into an adult and told even crazier ones….. !!! Ha ! ………………………….xo
I bet your kids and grands love them too…..for in the telling, you share your soul…. What a beautiful gift.
We are shooting stars … lighting the lives of others …
lining the path to home….