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bliss, connection, destiny, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, home, kentucky, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, postmark, reason, restless, southern, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, wandering
for a while
before I knew you well
were ways I walked alone
lonely nights
curved against the clay
lullabies
to only self
of sometimes stories knew
of places I was going
everywhere and
faraway
beyond
the reach
of one more rise –
one more bitter chill
a sacrifice remembered
in my bones
an aged need
to fill my gut
crooked boards and wine
a place beyond
these places
I am known
where once I stood
on tender soles
and watched the dream released
above the lake
in whispers soft and clear
a breath
I scarce remember how
a moment all the same –
turning back the night
to find you
here
. . .
tornadoday 