will fate decide
the coming back
familiar though it seems
to find anew your hand in mine –
trading words for rings
how surely now
my heart is stilled
by the thought of letting go
longing wears a favored gown –
becoming all
I know
a fleeting smile
and lifetimes fade –
at the memory of your face
moments cleft from heaven
are evidence
of grace
Your words and this image. ❤ Bobbie, just pure love. ❤
❤ the place where soul becomes light ❤ I'm quite sure they have a place reserved for us, Jane.
❤ ❤
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… under the rocks are the words, and some of them are theirs … I am haunted by waters
ripples on which forever is written in words we’ve yet to taste ❤
The river longs to feel her feet …