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It was dark,
it was night,
I couldn't see,
until daylight.

Why should I,
come home with you?
What's on your mind?
What do we do?

Silver laced snow,
fell from afar.
Its journey, through space,
from a new fallen star.

What a wild journey,
to arrive where you are.
A mysterious time,
for you were a Star.

What horrors
lay here, within
when we talk of venial
but not of mortal sin.

What kind of World
would this be,
if we aren't
allowed to love free?

She was a serious child,
through her early years.
She excelled in tasks,
while mastering her fears.

Why the serious, look,
you have another day,
with others she knew,
and she walked away.

Life is too short,
she would say with a smile.
You must be strong
and endure all the while.

Live life to the fullest,
when given the chance.
Be a good companion,
while doing life's dance.

Must I tell you,
where to go?
Must I tell you,
what to do?

Do you not have reason,
or make a logical thought,
about the news you here,
or are you a forget me not?

If your mind is out of sync.
If you have no rational thought,
then no matter your journey,
your skills vanish as you've forgot.

I know not where I'm going.
I remember where I've been.
There will be no tomorrows,
in the land of in between.

A land of in between of
the yesterday's, mis-spent,
won't allow me to quit now,
as I will never relent.

In the darkest corner, of this aging brain,
where words lay unused, you will find,
a lovely creature, who controls my thoughts.
Hopefully, the words are always kind.

Emotions I have now, are influenced
by an internal disappointment, not a rage.
No matter how I look at this,
if it's not any better, than turn the page.

Outward the Wind,
Inward the sea.
Not sure where I'm going,
how about thee?

Any direction,
into the Sun.
Perhaps I'll discover,
who might be the one.

Black was the Sun,
rising in the East.
Storm clouds and breezes,
wanting more, not least

of the morning
we had figured we should,
as we didn't know how much,
we just knew we could.

Another tasteless rendering of words
pouring from this old head.

A rent,
a tear,
in the fabric
of time.

An elusive
escape from
the corners
of my mind.

A rent,
to pay,
monthly,
not per day.

Perhaps I
should leave
and just
go away.

Go away,
he questioned,
lost in
him self.

The next
words will
be the,
Elf on
the shelf.

Too much
clutter in
this head
of mine.

Would you
please be,
on this day,
My Valentine

Have we met before,
in another life?
I wish it were so,
as life has become rife,

with so many
extremely odd things,
I should roll the dice
and see what luck brings.

The brightest flash of light,
made a rent in the fabric,
of the Holiest of Holy,
the Sacred Sacrament.

God accepted a new Soul,
into Heaven's presence.
Light announcing the arrival,
of Ellie, the newest resident.