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As Winter rain falls
splattering on garden path
making new puddles.

I say of you,
you say of me,
when on Earth,
will I be free?
Free from pain
that is within,
free from noise,
free of the din.
Free of boundaries,
no more fences,
free of the sound
offending my senses.

Words that began flowing,
towards paper, using a pen,
are words all unspoken,
just heard in my head.

I write these thoughts, unthinking
and free of fear of any failing,
when I tell my thoughts to thee.
Where am I now? What's next to do,
but to shelter and protect all of you.

My wayward soul, tries to escape from me,
over the mountains, across the Sea.
Stay with me, you soul of dust,
for I must stay to fulfill my trust.

What once was so great,
Is no longer there.
It simply vanished
Into the Winter air.

As I have aged
and still am here,
am I a Sage,
when drinking beer?
I think I'm not,
I said to he,
for I've made errors
and let them be
from those failures mine,
I have become wiser
over a long time.

The sounds I hear within my head,
are filled with loss; filled with dread.
An old friend of so many years,
has escaped this life, with no more fears.
Away he went, on a golden cart,
toward the heavens where life did start.
God speed to you, my dear friend.
You will join your brother now.
Amen

A risk well studied,
is worth the effort
and investment.

Lovely flower,
a bloom from afar.
I know not
what you are.

I see blue,
but I am not.
I am happy,
can't you see,
all the joy
coming over me?

I love your clothes.
I love your style.
When I see you
I always smile

There's no grasp, that I can see
of our present life's lack of clarity,
for I am lost in this uncertainty.
The loss I feel, I can't explain,
nor will I be able to maintain
as I tire of this daily pain.