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destiny, eternal, evidence everywhere, forgotten, life, love, pages, promise, proof, purpose, remembering, sometimes, the path
from pages torn
a story telling
of times before I cannot say
the journey through
or where I found you
somewhere lost along the way
of fields and flowers
dirt poor mornings –
with honeysuckle pillows there
I knew you
in the sweetest way –
by moments scattered
everywhere
of promise shared
and others buried –
to make a fire of bodies worn
by something more than everafter –
seasons cleft
another born
into a place
of resurrection –
names the least of all we knew
how it was
the soul remembered
the road I took
in finding you
. . .
tornadoday 