He'll come for me,
in the still of the night.
I'll go quite easily
and I will not fight,
for when the Night Rider,
calls out my name,
I will quickly answer,
while here you'll remain.
When the Night Rider
knocks on our door,
I will answer the knock
and be here no more.

A swirling wind,
as Dust Devils climb,
spinning the dirt
into small spirals.
A gust, a burst
on a breezy day
will clear the air,
or so they say,
as I watch
leaves blow away.

I write the words with something more,
for the words I write, please explore.
Tell me if they strike a chord
or if they are too short, trite of word.

What kind of a person,
What kind of a fool,
Would steal a sack lunch,
When they are at school?
A hungry one.

How old am I now?
I must have lost track.
I am old as can be
And feel death's breath on my back.

When words are hanging from
the low branches of the Word tree,
falling to a paper page where
we save and others can see,
the thoughts which are entwined
in this rambling prose of mine.

There are no words
I can say to you.
There is no action,
Of which I'll do,.
I miss you more,
Than I can pretend,
For I fear,
Our life will soon
Be at the end.

I do know one thing about you.
It doesn't matter what you may do,
For all the World, of which I see,
You are still the best part of me.

Be still my love.
Be still tonight,
For tomorrow will bring,
A new, everlasting light.

When love is tender.
When love is right,
Love will last us
Through the long night.

I think of you often,
but then, again,
you have always been,
the best friend.
You know who you are,
so let it be,
a friend for a wretch,
exactly like me.
I try to be humble,
not hard to do,
making it difficult
when not seeing you.
I will keep trying
at my own pace,
until such time,
I am gone from
this saddest place.

The morning is cool,
as is the night.
The afternoon sunny,
what a treasured delight.

What will happen to you and I
if life gets worse; and we don't try
to change the course of our History
by returning to a life of love and civility?

Upon this ground,
where I long to be,
is one short step
into life's uncertainty.

Your eyes were green,
in morning light.
Your voice was sweet.
as Honey might.
Your skin, a shade
of moonlight Dew,
You captured my heart,
as you always do.

Weep no more.
Weep not for me,
For it will be soon
And I'll be free.
Free from worry,
Free from all scorn,
As I flee from this
My current life's norm.

She will remember not of our yesterday,
as all thoughts are gone. Gone away.
Escaped from that lovely mind of hers.
Escaped in the words of this new verse.

The window opens.
Time will pass,
through the space
but not the glass.

Like English Ivy, a spreading vine
around my life's path did entwine.
Growing in all directions, as I see
my path to the future is no guarantee.

The thoughts in my head
do abound,
but aren't factual, trusting, solid
or sound.
Running the gamut of imagination
some profound,
have brought me to a place
without sound.