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You project strength,
it's what I would expect.
It's OK to cry, you don't
need to love or respect.

I flee in haste,
away from thee.
You scare me to death,
with talk of intimacy.

Must I continue
to run and hide,
when you still pursue,
with my wife by my side?

Sweet words, I hear,
coming from you,
provides solace,
in what I do.

I find this fact,
odd, but true,
all about thee,
I like you too.

I'll talk not,
how my emotions scream,
when remembering,
our life was a dream.

Days and weeks,
rapidly go bye,
convincing me,
time does fly.

Talk about,
the speed of light,
as minutes and hours,
take flight.

Would that I,
as dense as I are,
could control time.
We could go far.

I ponder as
my mind will wander.
Dwelling on the past,
and the emptiness,
I feel. Not depressed,
just confused.

My mind seems to be,
lost in a fog, which
I cannot see nor can
the friends I have, let
me see.

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

It was Halloween and the sky looked like a creature. Exactly which creature, the astrophotographer was unsure (but possibly you can suggest one). Exactly what caused this eerie apparition in 2013 was sure: one of the best auroral displays that year. This spectacular aurora had an unusually high degree of detail. Pictured here, the vivid green and purple auroral colors are caused by high atmospheric oxygen and nitrogen reacting to a burst of incoming electrons. Birch trees in Tromsø, Norway formed an also eerie foreground. Frequently, new photogenic auroras accompany new geomagnetic storms. Almost Hyperspace: Random APOD Generator

Photo by Ole C. Salomonsen (Arctic Light Photo)

Maya Angelou (1928-2014) American writer, poet, singer, and civil rights activist.

On the patio,
enjoying a light breeze.
Heat isn't present,
the air, great to breathe.

Long are the nights,
short now, the days,
as Fall slides into Winter,
tree leaves turn to orange-blaze.

Coldness, puts plants to rest.
Time to pull old foilage
and to plant perennials,
for Winter's new page.