No clouds in sight,
the Moon shining bright,
makes a beautiful sight,
on this crystal clear night.

Wasn't It Grand?

Sturdy Perennials resisting the Frost

Watch all the stars, fade away,
with the start of a new day.

Be the candle,
not the flame.
Don't let others
pass the blame
to the press,
who must remain
outside the lies
and to explain,
what is happening
to our Nation,
surely must be
an aberration.

Is this what our nation
will come to be?
Home of the brave,
land of the free,
except, if you don't
look just like me.

Here I am, sitting,
with all these words
in my tired head,
when I really should
be back in bed.
"What's so compelling?"
Someone once, asked of me.
To write down
these words, so completely,
before they become
a piece of your
imagined vision,
that was written clumsily,
without the precision,
of being a completely,
sloppy rendition
of words, all plastered
together with rapid
hands and fingers,
with no errors
that will linger.

Thank you for being here with me,
For staying home, to keep me company.
I worry for you, every single day,
As I watch you, slowly, slip away.

The dawning of another day is here.
The hurts of yesterday are still near.

Well here we are
alone once again.
Without our family
and no friend.
What do we do
if we don't intend
for others are close,
so let's just pretend.
It doesn't matter
what you do
or what you say.
Just make the best
of what you do
each and every day.
Worry not about
tomorrow or the
day after that,
for what we got
we did begat.