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of roads
the not so traveled
were signs we knew the way
illuminated crosses
of goodbye
silhouettes and arms
extended -
get for me a ride
I long for places
never made the map
breathed into existence
by the way you said
their names -
weathered lace
against my burning skin
told me once we’d travel
out beyond the light
but held onto -
lest heaven steal away
mark the place
was here we passed
chasing some old dream -
I’ve spent a lot of time
without your eyes
staring back
from dusty roads
creekbeds hidden now -
bridges passing over
sweet refrain
fate decided
three times four -
and worn along the crease
a place forgotten not
by strangers then
. . .
I need to read this a couple of times, but I like what’s going on in it, Bobbie.
Good night, Lady Wordsmith.
—xo—
Paul
Thank you, my dearest Paul. Somehow I knew you would. ~ Love, Bobbie
It’s amazing how our fate can change, choose the world die, choose God live, choose the most traveled path, the easy one…a lot of worldly pleasures and desire, the one less traveled, many become alone, in a worldly sense but spiritually they are well kept by the eternal love and the promise joys is theirs for the keeping. As I read your words that is what came to my mind…and i loved the map image. Your poem makes me think deeply…thanks for sharing B!
Always, we are deciding the roads which take us home, sweet Wendell. I am just grateful we’re sharing this part of it. Thank you. ~ Much love, Bobbie
i love this work, the road metaphor is always a powerful one. If you ever publish a book of these fine words, ill be first in line at the bookstore. Take care, and thank you for these words of beauty and soul
You’re so kind, Nathan. Thank you. The books are out there, but I’ll let you know should I ever schedule a signing roadtrip! ~ Much ever, Bobbie
every love story is a road unmapped, untraveled, where the dust climb up in exultation for the feet of lovers that trod upon it. Every love story is unique and has never been told before. love this, Bobbie. Always, Dee
Every soul carries a story. What we do with that story is up to us, but the beginning was of love…..divine love. Holding that truth, every life we touch with love is the beginning of another beautiful chapter. Love to you, Dee. Thank you. ~ Ever, Bobbie