Will come to lie like thunder in your heart
You cannot take love away from me,
which sits inside me while it rocks
inside the infinite!
Too strong for your faltering steps
That whisper of a journey you think
beckons, brings and evangelizes,
but will come to only longing.
None the less the whispering of wind
that swirls through me singing
a joy which cannot be grasped
the melody arose.
But wakened to a glimpse of
Dear soul you know not of
how you error with silk remnants,
flashing here and there.
You thought you could grab
easily, but didn’t have the courage
to pay the price, and so the silken
belts drift by untied by hands lacking
in the strength of courage.
To weave the silken remnants,
or smell the essence of time and grace
living in the fragments, that only
a master weaver can give name to.
Bobbi –February 2019