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There is no light,
I cannot see.
My hearings gone,
so I must be,

no longer here,
my body's free,
away from life,
as it must be.

My love for you,
will never die,
though the sadness
creates tears. I cry.

Tears flow from eyes,
coursing down my cheek,
in bunches, at times.
I must be brave, not meek.

Water drips from branches, high,
falling from limb to below,
coursing down skin of bark,
wetting ground, where flowers grow.

What earthly beauty do I see,
when the liquid moisture drips,
as the imagined sweetness,
tasting through these old lips.

At this time in my life,
It is becoming taxing.
Loved ones tell me
I should be relaxing.

I don't disagree for
I need to adjust.
It's not about will you,
I know I must

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

Do stars always create jets as they form? No one is sure. As a gas cloud gravitationally contracts, it forms a disk that can spin too fast to continue contracting into a protostar. Theorists hypothesize that this spin can be reduced by expelling jets. This speculation coincides with known Herbig-Haro (HH) objects, young stellar objects seen to emit jets -- sometimes in spectacular fashion. Pictured is Herbig-Haro 211, a young star in formation recently imaged by the Webb Space Telescope (JWST) in infrared light and in great detail. Along with the two narrow beams of particles, red shock waves can be seen as the outflows impact existing interstellar gas. The jets of HH 221 will likely change shape as they brighten and fade over the next 100,000 years, as research into the details of star formation continues.

#blue heron #lucky shot

My love grows stronger,
as I await,
your arrival,
from out of state.

Twas true before,
but now it's too late,
for she can no longer
travel with her mate.

What a loss for you my dear.
God has not been good to you,
these past 10 years. I wish
there was more I could do.

I'll love you forever,
deep in my heart,
though we won't be
together, when Death do us part.

I love you, Ellie.

Here I sit. Depressed,
alone now, I am moping.
Be nice to find a solution,
I will always be hoping.

An interesting thing
when you lose hope
or the grasp on reality,
when trying to cope.

Coping, a word of
simplicity about
dealing with a loss
when you want to shout.

I know there is not
any hope, in this case,
you must not give in,
to this memory erase.

The sadness and lack
of being able to assist,
in resolving this plight,
I must continue to resist.

Life will go on
has been said to me.
Life will go on
but not for she.

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

The sprite and tree could hardly be more different. To start, the red sprite is an unusual form of lightning, while the tree is a common plant. The sprite is far away -- high in Earth's atmosphere, while the tree is nearby -- only about a football field away. The sprite is fast -- electrons streaming up and down at near light's speed, while the tree is slow -- wood anchored to the ground. The sprite is bright -- lighting up the sky, while the tree is dim -- shining mostly by reflected light. The sprite was fleeting -- lasting only a small fraction of a second, while the tree is durable -- living now for many years. Both however, when captured together, appear oddly similar in this featured composite image captured early this month in France as a thunderstorm passed over mountains of the Atlantic Pyrenees. Your Sky Surprise: What picture did APOD feature on your birthday? (post 1995)

Photo by Maxime Villaeys

Long the ship,
lay at anchor,
in the foreign port,
alongside Buoy 17.

It would soon be
time for the water
taxis to bring,
passengers and
crew members,
to board the
ship and leave
port for a
destination, yet
unknown.

Who would
sign up for a
cruise to an
unknown
destination?

What incentives
must there be
to entice a person
to embark on
an adventure to
an unknown
destination?
Who indeed?

(to be continued.)