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Like two ships passing,
in the night.
A chance encounter,
we shared our plight.
Long will I remember
the evening delights.
So many years
gone by, when we
were young with a
unique innocence.

The night was still,
darkest of heart,
forlorn my soul,
until we part.

Far away,
across the sea,
my home awaits
there for me.

Long the journey,
far from home.
Hurry back,
no more to roam.

Storms arise,
no warnings heard,
via airwaves,
voice or word.

Stay thee here,
you pretty lass,
for you are
my homeward pass.

The night was still,
darkest of heart,
forlorn my soul,
until we must part.

Green the grass,
blue the sea,
as I await
the return of thee.

Gone away,
so far from here,
I long for you
my sweetest dear.

May the days
pass swiftly bye,
until your return,
I'll sit and sigh.

Grey was the streaks
in my new friend's hair.
Brown was her eyes
drowsy but aware.

Lush were her lips,
not mine to share.
Radiant was her smile,
beaming rays, everwhere.

Sweet the night.
Sweet the dreams.
Sweet the thought.
Sweet, it seems
of a blossomed love,
envisioned within
my Soul, my trove,
I'll now begin,
to love you now,
though I will not win,
for fate has cast
its net on me,
I am blind
and cannot see.

Long the window
to the Soul,
eyes reflection
of days gone by.
All seeing, eyes
capturing joy
and sorrow.
Anguish does not
become thee.

When darkness
draws near,
'tis when
rises an old fear.
Fear lives
deep inside.
Fear of losing,
fear of failure.
Always try,
life changes,
you'll see why,
fear will
go elsewhere,
if you
will deny
and look
towards the
future and
another try.

Barren the branch,
no leaves appear.
Will they return?
Perhaps, next year.

To love,
to laugh,
to cry, again,
to feel,
to know
you have a friend.
To say
the words,
so often
not said,
"I love
you so"
is what
she spoke.
Stay here
with me,
one night,
more, for
I need
you more
then I
can say.
If you
cannot stay
anymore,
I will
show you
the door.
Goodbye love,
perhaps we
will meet
once again.
Unti then,
let us be
just friends.

Sitting on the patio,
nowhere to go.
Writing an Ode,
which I'll show,
to no one.