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dreams, heart, home, imagine, life, love, mystery, remembering, sacred intimacy, sometimes, soul, truth
I’ve heard tell
of skies so blue –
swallows would be
drowning
where clouds for fear of flight –
would roll away
I’ve heard of tears –
ten thousand more
than e’er the heart could suffer –
sorrows tucked
between the dusk
and day
I’ve heard of truths –
the ancient kind
would pull the soul asunder
and lies
would ne’er to think
of causing pain
I’ve heard
of roads beyond the light
paths still left to wander –
a place resolved
to finding –
our way
to love again
. . .
tornadoday 
Yes but we have all lost our visas for that place.💜
Sadly, I would tend to agree. And yet, still we live, so still, hope. ♥
Yes there is always hope 😊💜
Beautiful poem! I like the meter which makes your words flow so lyrically and naturally. 🙂
You are so kind, my friend….. you bless me.
🌻💛🏵️
❤ ❤
Without end 💖
…once upon a time I knew where those paths were hidden…, but now I’VE lost my way… ….xo
We are never that far from home….
More to see than can ever be seen, more to do than can ever be done …
And yet, why would we ever question the power of a single kindness. The smallest of lights trumps darkness every time. 💖
We lift our eyes and the lights shines from us as well as it does on us … Dreams come to me, and I recall the light within
..and in the merging of light, we become immortal ❤
Shine on! Another good one.
❤ Thank you, Stephen……… *love*
these words – so poignant and fresh… ❤
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