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Stay with me, now,
sweet lady, mine,
it's you I long for,
your voice is divine.

I sit on my bed,
the room is cold.
I write these words,
which never gets old.

Each word, I write,
each breath, I take,
moving to the breach
of a life, I forsake.

I will think often,
of these words I compose.
The more I understand,
your life, as a Rose.

Quit looking for content,
trying to understand me.
I am who I am.
It's who I must be.

Will you still love me,
when the brains in my head
have turned to mush,
still alive but not dead?

Writing of days, yonder,
before our time began,
is difficult, in telling,
of a first one-night stand.

There was something exciting,
a rendezvous, a scene,
straight from the movies.
Thank you, James Dean.

A small cafe, a cozy room.
He was meeting someone,
in the rear, by the door.
A planned meet to become,

the richest moment,
in this young man's life.
An exciting event,
meeting his wife.

A love of remembering,
a place of romance,
to be repeated,
as Life's last, slow dance.

Words flow from my head,
by my choice, not chance.
Longing for my love
at life's final dance.

Here, I sit writing,
at a quarter past 3,
asking the morrow,
where will I be.

Here with your loved one,
so important to me,
together, once more,
with myself and thee.

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Marcus Aurelius Antonius (121 – 180) was Roman emperor from 161 to 180 AD and a Stoic philosopher. He was the last of the rulers known as the Five Good Emperors (a term coined some 13 centuries later by Niccolò Machiavelli), and the last emperor of the Pax Romana, an age of relative peace, calmness and stability for the Roman Empire lasting from 27 BC to 180 AD. He served as Roman consul in 140, 145, and 161. Meditations, the writings of "the philosopher" – as contemporary biographers called Marcus – are a significant source of the modern understanding of ancient Stoic philosophy. These writings have been praised by fellow writers, philosophers, monarchs, and politicians centuries after his death.

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

Is this really the famous Pleiades star cluster? Known for its iconic blue stars, the Pleiades is shown here in infrared light where the surrounding dust outshines the stars. Here three infrared colors have been mapped into visual colors (R=24, G=12, B=4.6 microns). The base images were taken by NASA's orbiting Wide Field Infrared Survey Explorer (WISE) spacecraft. Cataloged as M45 and nicknamed the Seven Sisters, the Pleiades star cluster is by chance situated in a passing dust cloud. The light and winds from the massive Pleiades stars preferentially repel smaller dust particles, causing the dust to become stratified into filaments, as seen. The featured image spans about 20 light years at the distance of the Pleiades, which lies about 450 light years distant toward the constellation of the Bull (Taurus).

Sitting and listening to,
a Singer, pianist,
who I heard while
watching an Asian Melodrama,
Raechel Yamagata.
I've grown to love her voice,
and started to listen to her.
She is an American, from the
East Coast.

Stepped in a puddle,
up to my neck.
I swore, many words,
and finally said, "Heck."

Why am I wet,
from neck to toe?
Was told anything,
could go.

What does that mean,
I said, wet, still again.
The water is now
over my chin.

The hole was deep,
narrow, but not wide,
and try as I might,
it was a cold ride.

I worked for awhile,
like a stranded goose,
unable to
get myself loose.

So, here I am,
in a hole in the ground,
trying to go to
my sweet, humble abode.

I can't sleep.
It's 4 AM.
Tested positive
for Covid.
Hip, Hip, Hooray,
I say. Just what
I needed. I am tired.
I'm concerned about
my wife, down in Memory
Care. I'm such a woos.
Want to be comforted,
by her but know I can't
see her. Life sucks,
sometimes. She did, test
negative. Now to call
those friends I saw the day before
I was diagnosed, so they can get,
tested.

I remember, when I was a young boy.
We had moved to Seattle, during the
"big war" or WWII. My father, God rest
his soul, had taken a job as an electrician,
at Todd's Shipyard, where they were
building, Destroyers (DD's).
I saw the launch of one ship. Don't
recall the name, but the launch was memorable.

After the War, we moved, from the housing
project, at High Point, in West Seattle.
Dad bought a trailer park, just off of Hiway 99.
I went to Showalter. He also built and opened,
an electrical repair/retail store, on 99.

I remember how much I liked to fish. Going by
myself, fishing this stream, rolling down the
hill to green meadows, then into the Duwamish.
The green was the former, Golden Arrow Dairy, which
today has become, South Center Mall.

Of all the things,
in this Worldwide,
the most precious are,
when you are by my side.

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