I love living, every moment of my life
And I love seeing all the people,
Who are real,
For living is so much easier
If you love the people,
With who you deal.

I love to wake up, each morning,
To see the sun rise,
And be on it's way,
For living is so much easier,
If you love and live,
From day to day.

I love touching you,
And having you near.
I love to see the love light
In your eyes.
For living is so much easier
If all is love
And there are no goodbyes.

My mind is in a shallow grave.
No depth of soul,
No heart, the brave.
I search for words. They do not come.
Perhaps I should drink some rum.
Whimsical verse, M. Oliver says to me,
Will not happen. Lost in my reverie.

Rainfall refreshes the air.
Water puddling in the street,
Except under the trees,
There lie the flowers,
In pots so dry,
Still growing with
All the colors, galore
More Impatiens are
What we need
To brighten this
Gloomy day.

I lay in bed at darkest night,
I cannot sleep, so I will write.
Writing words that come to mind
like oil to water, I will find.
The words flow to paper and
I write them quickly, with my pen.
Words that mean so much to me,
Hoping that the readers will see,
The thoughts, that grew in the darkness
of my head now make sense or are a mess.
It is hard to write now, I approach the end
Hoping you will like this, just pretend.