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was a time
before illusion –
a time to wonder why
– tho maybe
I imagined
every whispered
lullaby
a bliss –
the same as breathing –
of the same sweet air as I
is held
within the silence
– within the penance
of a sigh
tis all the same
I see that now –
but what of dreams will know
when death is come
my hand to still –
was faith
for loving so
this tepid trust
these lukewarm tears –
might distance
mine erase
as echoes of forever
draw me nearer
to this place
where once I knew
and once I lived –
a house just down the hill
is tortured
by the turning back
– a lifetime
waiting still
what prophet gleans
the past resolved
as moments we allow
would suffer time
as wondering –
where love remains
somehow
for one more time
restored to touch –
one kiss when life is passed
one heaven here –
I knew it well –
shall grieve my soul
at last
. . .
We grieve the loss of precious times and places, of memories and the lives we have lived. Those with whom we shared them wait for us at some future milepost along the journey. (I know this probably isn’t what you were writing about but it’s what your words brought to my mind and heart). ~xo~
Paul
You’re so right. I think it’s that, Paul, but much more. We grieve the puzzle we were a part of…….the picture almost painted by our love. And yes, there is another time written forever upon the stones of our hearts…….. ~ I know she waits…… ~ Love, Bobbie
Bobbie, where do you get those photos? A have a caption and it’s from those old country songs of course.
It’s a long steel rail
And a short cross-tie
I’m on my way back home
Hey, Stephen. Here and there. This one was taken on a visit to a friend’s house (or actually the broken down house where her dad used to live) two years ago……. I have saved photos for years, but when the chance comes to taken them, I love the feel of black and white……..and there’s no where better than in the midst of feeling, those instilled by old houses, railroads, and broken down barns.
I love those lyrics…….. For a minute, I thought you might be digging out some David Allen Coe lyrics (you don’t have to call me darlin, darlin)…….
🙂 Thank you, Stephen. ~ Much love, Bobbie
“& there was a time before illusion”…ahhhh Bobbie, isn’t it when after a real-moment all the ticking time sounds unreal!
You’ve got my beat….hugs
…..indeed, Mira Jay…….when time loses its ability to hold us for long……… Thank you……… My love to you always, Bobbie (twin beats)