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Crooked lights
on crooked streets
of pasty, gray concrete.
A random, wandering byway,
crisscrossing through fields
of marshy, grasses
and cattails.

The entry of the Tolt
into the Snoqualmie
is graceful, beauty
and marks the place,
I have chosen,
for my days adventure.

River mist, rising,
obscures, the far bank,
giving ghostly aura
to the fishermen,
across the river.

I step into, the swift
flowing current
and feel the icy cold, water,
swirling around my legs.
The weight of my body
presses into the sandy bottom
and the waters motion,
forces the sand from under foot.
I feel my feet slipping,
settling to the rocks below.
Serene is my feeling.
I am alone for the moment.

Clouds racing
for the far horizon.
Running from
the evening light,
wind comes
in short, hard blows,
causing tree limbs
to whip, irregularly.
The Sun peeks
through cloud masses
and rain, like
sheeted glass,
splatters on the window.

Creation,
mysterious word,
original thinking,
a new song, is heard,
words that are written,
burst forth, into song.

Creation,
complicated word,
infinite being,
a new voice is heard,
life at it's beginning,
at the moment of birth.

I love you, for all
the world to see.
I love you for what
you do to me.
You are the Mother of
our children,
the keeper of our house,
you are everything and
beloved spouse.
You are there when
I need you
and when I don't,
you're not around.
You love me when
I'm good
and you love me
when I am bad,
you offer me consort
and comfort, when I'm sad.
You are my love,
everlasting,
no matter what will be,
as my love for you,
is for eternity.

You are strength,
you are wisdom
and understanding.
Sympathy and
compassion,
belong to you, to give.
Loyal, trusted friend,
you are Love.

One time, long ago,
when I was much younger,
I fell in love.
There was no euphoria,
no bells ringing
or any of the other,
literal takings,
but simply, a warm
feeling of trust and comfort.

Growing older, trust and
jealousy became mixed,
while comfort became
a habit, as
taking someone for granted.

This realization. was long
in coming, for I was blind
and unwilling to reason.
I have changed for the
better, now.

Wind swept waters,
passing over rock and sand.
Sea fresh scent
rising from the spray
of waves, pounding.
Wetness clings
to limbs and tree leaves,
reflecting sunlight
like a thousand mirrors.

Seagulls passing overhead,
cast their shadows,
on the sand.
Mournful, crying, always
watchful, looking for natures offering.

Candles burning brightly,
forming circles on the ground,
flickering, lying quietly,
making not a sound,
like a bent blade of grass,
covered with dew.

Ceremonies of darkness,
casting its certain spell.
What is it that you saw,
that you knew so well?

Gone are the days,
gone from your mind,
of seeing or believing
or of trying hard to find.
A place where you can be,
alone when you would like,
some peace of mind.

Sit you there, with your hair,
lying now unfolded,
draped about your shoulders,
a living shawl.
Shadows play, among your breast,
as sunlit fingers passes,
across your nakedness.

There was a time, not long ago,
when I could talk to you,
about our daily tasks
and what we would like to do.
Those days, long gone from us,
as the words of yesterday,
will be said again tomorrow,
as if new.
I will be here for you, love,
each and every day,
until such time that God decides,
it's time to go away.

If I were a writer of melodies,
sad songs would be my forte,
for sadness comes the easiest
to those who sit and wait
and do nothing, simply nothing,
to change.
Weep not for those sad songs
for they are merely words,
of frustrated lovers,
stating their lament,
of sadness.