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The morning is cool,
as is the night.
The afternoon sunny,
what a treasured delight.

What will happen to you and I
if life gets worse; and we don't try
to change the course of our History
by returning to a life of love and civility?

Upon this ground,
where I long to be,
is one short step
into life's uncertainty.

Your eyes were green,
in morning light.
Your voice was sweet.
as Honey might.
Your skin, a shade
of moonlight Dew,
You captured my heart,
as you always do.

Weep no more.
Weep not for me,
For it will be soon
And I'll be free.
Free from worry,
Free from all scorn,
As I flee from this
My current life's norm.

She will remember not of our yesterday,
as all thoughts are gone. Gone away.
Escaped from that lovely mind of hers.
Escaped in the words of this new verse.

The window opens.
Time will pass,
through the space
but not the glass.

Like English Ivy, a spreading vine
around my life's path did entwine.
Growing in all directions, as I see
my path to the future is no guarantee.

The thoughts in my head
do abound,
but aren't factual, trusting, solid
or sound.
Running the gamut of imagination
some profound,
have brought me to a place
without sound.

Up ahead, a ridge to climb,
upward on a roughed out trail,
through a forest plants, boulders too.
I pass through some gray cast shale
and upward go to altitude.
A broad expanse, far below.
I look and see the glow
of the sunrise, takes it's time
to brighten up this land divine.

Escape with me to a beautiful land.
Let your troubles go. Take my hand,
as we flee from this saddest place,
where there is no happiness on your face.

Along the berm,
beside the tree,
is where my love
awaits for me.

A flower rare
is what I see.
It is there; she
awaits for me.

Her lilting laughter,
carries out to me.
Her sparkling eyes
awaits for me.