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Let me sip the nectar
from a hundred silver cups,
and taste the honey,
produced by the bee.
Let me live today, as if,
tomorrow will never come.

Let me share my love,
with a stranger and
after I have loved,
with no remorse or sorrow.

Perhaps, all the love I've shared,
will bring a new tomorrow,
with a bright beginning,
for in loving, you will find,
another day for living.

It doesn't matter
what you say
or what you do,
I want you to remember
I'm still in love with you.

Wind swept waters, passing
over rock and sand.
Sea fresh scent, rising
from the misty spray
of waves, pounding.

Wetness clings,
to limbs of trees,
reflecting sunlight
on mirrored surfaces.

Seagulls passing,
cast their shadows
on the sand.
Mournful crying,
always watchful,
for natures offering.

Without a moon or star above,
I stand, in darkness, alone.
My thoughts are splashed with color
that comes, not from my eye.
Your face as I remember,
floats airily in space,
as tender springtime breezes blow
the hair from off your face.
Your eyes flash with eternal light
of loves unfilled claim
and flecks of sorrow, can be seen
for the man who has a name,
that you cherish.
He will stand, eternally alone,
in the blackest void,
knowing not of missing love
from one who waits to see,
a smile of recognition.

Memories are etched into my brain,
seeing your lovely face,
dampened by fallen rain
and I remember.

I can't get you out of my head,
for your presence, overwhelms me.
I like being around you
but can't stand being away.
Please love me today,
we can work the nights out,
later.

You come to me with questions
and grin from ear to ear
but when I say words to you,
you say I didn't hear.
Your light, infectious laughter,
when you're having fun,
makes me very happy,
that I call you my sons.

There are times I want to
crawl into a dark corner,
like a closet,
to contemplate
or get it together.
I like people but
there are times, when
I want to be alone.
Don't you?

Where would I go
in search of sorrow,
that long ago
crept in on me?
What should I try
to answer,
if the question is asked of me?

Shadows, fleeting shadows,
creep from beneath the tree,
grasping, every grasping,
reaching out for me.

When I was a child,
I feared the wind
because you told me so.
I always wore my hat
tied tight,
when the wind, did blow,
for with ears like mine
and a small behind,
it was the only way to go.

You work your magic ways
on me and
I feel better.
Sharing just a moment of your time,
soothes me.
Listening is a virtue you have,
like no other I have known.
Perhaps, someday
I will tell you.