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a shade of grey
between the boards
remains of waterfalls
and silent there
in other times -
a dreamer fell to sleep
were mysteries
becoming me
or truths – as gods undone
twilight pools
in maple boats
somewhere east I am
as ancient seas
the careful breeze
is matched by one to this
home no more than once
before I came
born to ordinary
daffodils and pine
kitchen filled
with wonderful -
clothes to crowd the line
a casual communion
of thoughts the prophet mourned
and hard the backs
where held the hands to pray
tears still taste
of somewhere
else – empty satin shores -
ages worn as covers
to the couch
without regard
to weather -
you left with me your coat -
and stuffed into the pocket
every line
of sweet imperfect whispers
wrinkles on the night
when said I love you
more than I recall
bring your will
to harness mine -
your lips these truths to fold
gathered as the gold
from younger fields
mystery of
everything -
knows one more of me
is reading from your pages
writing your release
. . .
“bring your will to harness mine”, a heart’s deep reflection, it’s life receiving a deep blessing from a long ago memory, whose fragrance can still be smelled and embraced deeply in the deep halls of a heart where their portrait of love still embraces with the same flame for a forever endless time. Beautiful words, lovely melody…awesome poem! God bless!
Dearest Wendell, I am always blessed when you find the truest of truths within my words…….that all we are and all we have ever been reside in this still small place where we breathe. And we are BLESSED! Thank you, Wendell. ~ Love, Bobbie
By your ancient waterfalls, I stopped
More than a beat to the tranquility of times, hopped
Till Sir Gibran broke the silent rhythm with every word you dropped……
The perfect combination between the scene you’ve sung & that you’ve painted, carried me few lost memories in the tone of my beloved – Sir Gibran.
Thanks & many hugs
…beneath the shrill of falling rains, echoes born of laughter spiral til the mist is almost gone…….. You touch my heart in ways I can’t explain, Mira. But in a way, I know you know. And that in itself is a blessing beyond words.
~ Love you, Bobbie
the last verse!
sweet
O, my dearest Vimal, you are the sweet one. Thank you. ~ Love, Bobbie
Oh, just motioned my heart! love, Linda
….how truly tender your graces, Linda. How blessed am I to know them. Thank you so much. ~ Ever love, Bobbie
I love the multiple layers of possibility in this! I feel the hope I will never know, reaching and gasping…
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….and yet you know it……….for you recognize it…….. Thank you, dear Eric. ~ Ever, Bobbie