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left the light
for someone there -
halfway down the meadow
glowed the path was
burned into the night
precious truth
of welcome here -
none the words for better
folded now as ribbon
to the vest
keep the warmth
of passions gone -
and bloodless autumn skies
frosted silhouette
above the grave
lay me down
the coming back -
stay the dark til faded
slip into my shadows
as the light
cherokee
and keetoowah -
barefoot maiden wakens
carved her dreams
within each
slanted verse
spin to yarn
these flutters of
mysteries becoming
sacrificed
to flame -
wing’ed reckoning
wild
such a lovely word
Thank you, Vimal. ~ Love, B
I feel the spirit of our kin, as they kissed the moonlit sky with their blessings of joy, peace and love! Their love always find sweet life in your words and it always shines so brightly within them…beautiful poem Bobbie!
Thank you, dearest Wendell. While it doesn’t always work, it is always my intent.
~ Love to you, Bobbie