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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.

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?

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.

Here's to you,
daughter of mine,
who only exists
in the back of my mind.
My wife wanted two Sons,
which we now have.
They are both great,
but a father, without a daughter,
is in my minds travesty.
I love all the women
who came into my life,
but love intensely,
the one who's my wife.

The shadows grow long,
as daylight disappears,
for the days are shorter
this time of the year.
The Sun sets with a whimper,
on this clearest night
as darkness falls
and the cold takes its bite.

Will you stand by my side,
for this long, lifetime ride,
as we go down the path,
taking stride after stride?

We're in a cabin,
deep in the woods.
The fire is dying,
some embers are bright,
perhaps they will last
through the chilly night.
I hear an Owl hoot,
from someplace nearby.
The sound it makes
is more like a cry.
more night sounds,
the creak of new wood,
as the cold and heat
shrinks it, as it should.
There is a new sound
of silence, you can hear,
others now breathing.
I catch my self,
as I have a big yawn.
Back to sleep now,
it's close to the Dawn.