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Here I am,
lonely, to be,
on the precipice,
next to insanity.

My soul's screaming,
let me out of this
isolation. Little
human interaction,
except when the
meals are delivered.

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What is there about love,
making me feel this way?
Love exists for all,
everyone is in play.

Worry not about tomorrow
or the choice we bring,
for love will persist
in songs we will sing.

Love is there for many things
it can be very forgiving,
but only for those in life
who keep on living.

Love matters not to another,
what they love is working,
perhaps, it means little,
or it may mean a ring.

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

On February 22, a young Moon shared the western sky at sunset with bright planets Venus and Jupiter along the ecliptic plane. The beautiful celestial conjunction was visible around planet Earth. But from some locations Jupiter hid for a while, occulted by the crescent lunar disk. The Solar System's ruling gas giant was captured here just before it disappeared behind the the Moon's dark edge, seen over the Río de la Plata at Colonia del Sacramento, Uruguay. In the serene river and skyscape Venus is not so shy, shining brightly closer to the horizon through the fading twilight. Next week Venus and Jupiter will appear even closer in your evening sky.

Photo by Fefo Bouvier

Where have you gone,
oh, light of my life.?
Haven't seen you
in a week.

Missing your lips,
sweetly whispering,
in my ear,
"I love you, dear heart,
don't disappear."

Sailing through the waters
of this uncharted life, led,
causing little worry about
all the words I've said.

Where in the World,
would you like to go,
if you wished to see
a new Magician Show?

The curtains were drawn,
moodiness was low,
when we heard,
voices exchanging below.

You were once my hero,
there to set me free.
Look for duplicity,
it's where I will be.

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

Planetary nebula Jones-Emberson 1 is the death shroud of a dying Sun-like star. It lies some 1,600 light-years from Earth toward the sharp-eyed constellation Lynx. About 4 light-years across, the expanding remnant of the dying star's atmosphere was shrugged off into interstellar space, as the star's central supply of hydrogen and then helium for fusion was finally depleted after billions of years. Visible near the center of the planetary nebula is what remains of the stellar core, a blue-hot white dwarf star. Also known as PK 164 +31.1, the nebula is faint and very difficult to glimpse at a telescope's eyepiece. But this deep broadband image combining 22 hours of exposure time does show it off in exceptional detail. Stars within our own Milky Way galaxy as well as background galaxies across the universe are scattered through the clear field of view. Ephemeral on the cosmic stage, Jones-Emberson 1 will fade away over the next few thousand years. Its hot, central white dwarf star will take billions of years to cool.

Photo by Serge Brunier, Jean-François Bax, David Vernet

No matter what happens,
in this crazy world, ours,
look toward the heavens,
you'll be counting stars.

There will be no tomorrow,
if you let today go away
and don't forget,
there's nothing, without a yesterday.

I thought I was the one,
when I first looked at you.
Now all these years are past,
as I again am looking too.

You are not with me,
except body and soul.
Your mind is gone,
I've nowhere to go.

Wayward the wind,
knifing through the trees.
It's a very strong wind,
no longer a breeze.

Down at the tree base,
there is whispering sighs,
while treetops shake
the darkest skies.