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Comes forth, the dark horse,
with all the trash it will bring,
pouring forth the truth,
with each song to sing.

A backward look
and inward glance,
In a bar, searching for
a new romance.

Not the best
place to be,
if you're trying to
find a new reverie.

Floundering,
in a sea,
of unfulfilled dreams,
searching for thee.

A memory of a past writing,
which brings me pleasure.
I hope you enjoy.

A bright,
heavenly floss,
a thread, suspended in air,
flits across my head.

What a strange phenomenon,
on this early Spring morning,
when bits of colored thread,
from the recently born spirits,
encompasses you.

Golden rays of sunshine,
filtered through,
flowering trees,
bringing an essence.

A scent which will overcome,
all your earthly desires.

Church bells,
clattered, clanging in the night,
a continual noise,
putting earthly spirits in flight.

Is it time to give up,
playing this game,
searching for someone to love,
not my intent to name.

I wrote this before moving my beloved into
a Memory Care facility. I have modified some
of the quirks or rules I did not follow for the
benefit of the reader and the writer. Unfortunately,
I cannot modify the text. So you see what I wrote
03/19/2018.

Loneliness, a state,
of euphoric indifference.
Relationship not there,
Love's last, lonely remembrance.

I have found, living together
and now apart,
has become a sad place,
full of sorrow and a broken heart.

It encompasses most of the residents.
The sense of sadness, now,
of life's losses and
more broken hearts, lost vow.

So many stories exist,
in this aging residence,
of illness and lost life,
a memory, a remembrance.

Eagles soar, up high,
contrasting with a
brilliant sky,
dotted with tufts of cotton.

Often times, when reflecting on
the past, I will wonder, what was,
I thinking about when I wrote this.
I don't know, is my answer.
You be the judge.