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The words arise,
the words do come,
telling the story
of the Midnight Sun.
I know not what,
these words now mean,
for they make no sense
to this old Sage,
to write or expound;
Please turn the page.

No more the morning,
No more the night,
No more the morrow,
No more tonight,
No more the day,
No more the sight,
No more to say,
No more to sleep tight.

You are now like a child,
not the one I wed.
As we approach the evening,
getting you ready for bed.
You like to show me
the things you can do,
like a small child and I
say, "I am proud of you."

Speak to me
my Angel of love.
Guide me through
life's treacherous path.
I see your name,
and my heart melts;
the blood runs hot,
like nothing else.
Beats the heart rhythm,
deep in my chest
as your look of love
will do all the rest.

The compact sand,
cold and wet
showing small nooks,
where eddies pool.
The water cold,
a lap of wave,
flattens the sand,
as far as
you can see.
The effects of
a Winter storm
of the cold, cold
water of the Pacific Sea.

The Willow tree,
a shelter now.
Is thick with limbs,
branches tangled,
leaves a shamble.
The covering cloak,
blocks wind and rain;
a great place to hide,
when as a child,
we ran and played
amongst the trees.
Bring back the time
when it was quiet,
serene and love
was in flight.

The bed
squeaks,
as I rise.
Noisily,
for its size.
Quietly
I go down
the stairs,
Suddenly,
there she is.

You have left, once again.
I know not where you go,
it's then I realize,
I'm no longer the one
who enjoys our past life,
which Dementia has undone.
I'm alone in this life,
though you are here with me.
My love is still strong
and strong it must be,
for you are the one
who God made for me.
I love you now and what's more,
I will love more than ever before.

Last night you talked to me.
Your words got in the way.
You kept calling me Joe,
and then you said Scott,
then back to saying Joe.
I know I shouldn't have,
but it is what I did;
I asked you for my name
and you said, "It's Joe."
It isn't my name,
and I told you so
but you continued
to call me Joe.

Long will I wonder,
how long it will last,
the perennial question,
which haunts my past.
Don't wish for tomorrow,
please enjoy this day,
for the joy of this moment
will soon go away.
The friends of your youth,
are no longer here.
They have left this place,
but their spirits are near.
Enjoy your friendships,
as we always should do,
for the future of tomorrow,
depends upon you.

I've lost control,
of this stage of life,
seeing the damage Dementia
has done to my wife.
There are lucid moments,
in day time and night,
but there is a weirdness,
when Sundown takes flight.
Wandering the house,
as a stranger would do.
Please help me Lord,
as my answers are few.

I think of you often,
for you are my wife.
I am so sorry now,
for this version of life.
You do not deserve this,
nor does anyone else,
a miserable existence,
not good for your health.