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how tender
my returning –
a dreamer to the end
narrow ways
go dark
before the dawn
wielded me another truth
story holding still
weary grace
within my silence sits
calm
against the clawing
as ringing now
the bell
tho somewhere I am come
in search of light –
suffering a shadow
raked into the fields –
blazing red in grief
for winter golds
marry me
before I say
will be my last surrender
a garden of intent
is wilted there
cut the vines and lean the fence
near to worlds
of waiting –
as light to pierce
the only name
I wear
. . .
tornadoday 
Ummm, I find this poem uncomfortably pertinent to my particular circumstances at the moment 🙂
🙂 I am NOT psychic, Seb……….. I’m not sure whether I should congratulate you or pray for you (or both)…….. Thank you. ~ Much love, Bobbie
May I dare say that your poem rivals those of past queen poets as your words outshine even their best…always so breathtakingly beautiful, always so pleasing to embrace…always so genuinely real…the breath of a heart is brought to cease for a moment while the spirit of your jewel is embraced and held tightly! Your words provide blissful light to the moments that a soul endures…bringing life to a lasting smile!
You humble my heart, dear Wendell. ~ Always, Me