I’m the daughter
of ten thousand stars
verses strung together
as witness
to the ways we came –
a prayer before surrender
days and lifetimes charted –
as we slept in fields below
nights of hallelujah
(heaven)
saw the sunrise
o my soul
a promise born to keeping
– was ne’er dependent
on the past
but living love
remembered (still) –
a kiss beyond the last
. . .
Oh Bobbie, your words never fail to mesmerise me. And here they felt like soft rhythmic rain.. I’ll just let myself drench in your ink ♥️
Ah, yes……., memories. ……………………………………….xo
This was gorgeous