Words Continue
• 08/23/23 at 02:16AM •Words continue to tumble
from out of my head.
Me thinks it's now time
to return to my bed.
Words continue to tumble
from out of my head.
Me thinks it's now time
to return to my bed.
I hear a noise,
most welcoming to me,
the sounds of seagulls,
and crashing waves from the sea.
I imagine the smell,
of spray from the sea,
to this beautiful site,
on the sand where I'll be.
To walk on wet sand,
barefooted, I suppose,
at a relaxing place,
which everyone knows.
My greatest wish,
a simple desire,
to walk again
and you never tire.
For you are the one
and always will be,
my true love,
for I love thee.
Come dance with me,
like water will flow,
smooth to the ocean,
we couldn't let go.
Stay here forever,
don't go away.
Stay with me now,
here I will stay.
It was a day in Spring,
we hadn't met yet.
So many years,
so much to forget.
Our life's memories
she remembers not,
Only my dreams,
can't be forgot.
A river rose,
a dance began,
this the story
of a lonely man.
Rivers rise
from spring melt,
dances can start,
when heart felt.
NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:
This nebula had never been noted before. Newly discovered nebulas are usually angularly small and found by professionals using large telescopes. In contrast, the Pistachio Nebula was discovered by dedicated amateurs and, although faint, is nearly the size of the full Moon. In modern times, amateurs with even small telescopes can create long exposures over sky areas much larger than most professional telescopes can see. They can therefore discover both previously unknown areas of extended emission around known objects, as well as entirely unknown objects, like nebulas. The pictured Pistachio Nebula is shown in oxygen emission (blue) and hydrogen emission (red). The nature of the hot central star is currently unknown, and the nebula might be labeled a planetary nebula if it turns out to be a white dwarf star. The featured image is a composite of over 70 hours of exposure taken in early June under the dark skies of Namibia.
Photo by Bray Falls & Chester Hall-Fernandez
Forbidden the venue,
don't talk about that.
Why do you pursue a question,
when the answer will be flat?
How do you mend a broken heart,
which lies a shatter?
When all the efforts fall on
deaf ears. Nothing will matter.
Water runs deep,
and it runs cold.
Funny how life changes,
as we get old.
No more the Spring,
no more the view.
Why can't I stop,
looking at you.
Sitting by your bed,
a perfect view,
to be close again.
What else can I do?
How cold is my heart,
when I walk away,
after seeing you sleeping,
when visiting day after day?
My love for this woman,
so precious to me,
continues to grow stronger,
when thinking about she.
Should you gambol,
when you gamble,
if you win a lot?
Or should you ramble,
around the city
while gamboling
in a friendly way?
Who cares, not I.