soul –
was I a reminder
of times beyond your reach
a story (stitched
from memory) –
echoes of release
words and verses
scattered
to places (without name)
a time when there
was nothing –
(and everything) the same
of lives
before our breathing
a souvenir (or two)
a journey made within
a dream –
(the only way
we knew)
. . .
Author’s Note: I’m not sure where this started, but was pleased with the result. Then, as I was looking for an image to accompany, I found this one – of the birds outside my daddy’s window more than a year ago. Of lives before our breathing, a souvenir (or two)…. ❤
A sweet blessing to read! Thanks for sharing Bobbie!
❤ love woven through a blessing
Only you could come up with a vision of thoughts so beautiful, Bobbie. ………………..xo