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What's most frightening
Is I adore you most
With your hands around my neck
 Dec 2014 Bobbie Bachelor
Jenni
/Bed
 Dec 2014 Bobbie Bachelor
Jenni
I find myself sitting next to empty spaces
That happen to be about your size
And laying all the way to one side of the bed
So as not to kick you too much in my sleep
Someone took a photo of me the other day
And there was a strange imbalance within it
My figure pressed against the edge of the frame
Smiling absently at the emptiness beside me
I leave room for you wherever I go
I just wanted you to know
Accompaniment to Haunt/
 Dec 2014 Bobbie Bachelor
ryan
You knelt beside
The fires glow,
And blew long and deep
Through grasses low;
A gentle breeze
Of hum and whistle --
Soft and sweet through blade
And thistle.
I listened close and you
Took my voice,
And then my soul
Without a choice --
'Cause you're no mortal
When you sing;
You're and angel,
Love --
With invisible wings.
Every time something good happens,
Something else always ruins it.
walks to cabinet
"Are you are you, coming to the tree? They strung up a man. They say who murdered three. Strange things did happen here no stranger would it be. If we met at midnight, in the hanging tree."
gets painkillers
"Are you are you, coming to the tree? *opens bottle
Where dead man called out, for his love to flee. Strange things did happen here, no stranger would it be. If we met at midnight, in the hanging tree"
*swallows pills
Really thinking about it....
Child comforts mother
Both comfort one another
Time passes through
A backwards path into
A place where
She is there for you
And you are there for her

This child that she hath
Given life unto
This child, you
Sacrificing of her own
Freedom

As she will teach
And you will learn
To teach her too
As she taught you

To be her baby born
For it to mean so much
That she would give you
Life to touch

Between the two

Yes in this life
Discovered light
To shine so bright
A lovely power
Of self-being
Sharing
Ever
Baring
New

Together both are seeing
Together both are breathing
The essence of a truth only
Old age and youth
Build meaning
Up into

A celebration
Of creation
Mother and
Child


© tHE tERRY tREE
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