Do you miss me,
like you said you would,
or has this old, heart,
hardened into a dense wood?

Have you seen light bend,
like rays of the Sun,
reflecting off the water
warming the Spring Day.
A reflection it is, yet
the heat feels warm,
when basking in the Sun,
while I am gardening,
keeps the feeling of being young.

Be here tomorrow,
life's over and done.
There is no joy in "Mudville"
Life is no longer fun.
Losing your loved one,
to a terrible disease,
does not come easy,
there's no time to grieve,
for our life's treasures
will not appease.

Love is in bloom,
yet it isn't Spring.
When love bites,
you feel a slight sting,
including the promises
of what love will bring.

A song,
He sang,
Was sung,
for hours
in the
car and
in the
hot shower.

You think you're cute.
I know that you do.
You still have my love
and your friend does too.

I will write of the dust,
clogging the fissures which remain.
A mental cleaning, of grey cells,
should not happen, anytime soon,
unless the Moon is my objective.
No more romance, no more love
of another, just the Lord above.

Stay away from your window.
Don't look out your door,
for there are temptations, outside
looking for you once more.

Hello my siblings.
Hello to my friends.
Say goodbye to this year
of ending events.
Throw out the old,
retain all which is new,
for the year 2022
is now upon you.
Time to stop and pause,
accessing your life,
once more again,
avoiding strangers,
stay 6 feet away.
Get vaccinated
and keep wearing your mask.
Be good to others,
It's what we do.
I'll keep this memory,
in my heart, for you.

I look through the glass pane,
in the store front.
Others like me, a young boy of twelve,
had smeared the glass with their noses,
like I was doing now.
Look in the window, of this large
Christmas Display in the Bon Marche
or Frederick and Nelson's.
This event, not Christmas, but the window display,
was every young childs fantasy trip.
Toy train locomotives, were pulling
their cars, across country with bridges
and rivers too. It was a time for
a real view of your imagination.
Always a choice or you could pick,
these two displays in the Holiday Season.
It was all up to you.
Happy Holidays.

Ridges of embers,
glowed in the night.
There was no power,
but we had a light,
a lantern tall and bright,
powered by batteries, "D",
and the dimming light
from the woods dying glow.

High hang the lights
across timbered posts,
Lighting the way,
where we love most.
Across a patio wide,
barren of plant growth,
lays the Divinity,
The Holy Ghost.