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There are times, when I write,
and words seem to creep,
from out the depth of my head.
Why does it happen in this way?
For words to appear as I scribe;
a difference in what I now see,
this World should be about you,
not about the writings by me.

When life shrugs its head,
bringing a surprise to you,
don't fold up like a tent,
here's what to do.
Gather with friends,
avoid being alone,
tell others, who you love,
what is happening now.
Pray to your Lord, above.
Let your friends see,
the strength you have
and the power of We.

I pray for a tomorrow
with more happy days,
full of sunshine's
bright, sunny rays.
May a long life,
be your guiding light,
with all of your future,
being beautiful and bright.

Tougher than nails
was my Dad, to me.
Happy and joyful,
he let me see,
the love and pride,
which was to be,
my memory of him;
he is now free
as I, his son am
on the road to finality.

A mystery arose,
I cannot explain,
all I heard was
someone saying your name.
What memories there are
from those darkest of skies,
across oceans, where countries are.
Engaging in discussion with you
appears to be driven
by my question of who.
Who are you "Lady of Night",
whose travelling exploits,
provide views of a new site.
A travel adventure
promised by just you,
of new places to see,
the opportunities to view.
Thank you for sharing
travels with me,
as I satisfy
my own curiosity.

The tree has few leaves, left to see.
Is starkly naked, its limbs are bare.
Another chapter in the life of a tree,
Once covered in foliage with care.

Lean into my shoulder.
Match your pace to my gait,
for I will protect you.
This is my pledge and fate.

I'm writing these words,
which left my brain
and now appear on
the tip of my pen.
Do you suppose the words are
from the ink in the pen,
not from the inside, my gray,
old brain, full of love,
as it should remain?

You came to me,
in a vision,
I soon lost.
Unable to find
the image again.
Was it good
as I dreamt
it to be,
or just another
of my fantasies?

Why are you lonely?
There are people around,
who care for you.
There are friends to be found,
wherever you go.
Who will support you
and other friends you know.

When the dream dies.
When your hopes go away.
When you realize,
Life is no longer a play
about controlling your life.

Please, can't you
say to me,
how you miss all
of my good company.