Early in this life it was heartache.
Here we are now; it is heart break.
It isn't funny, for I now see,
You always were the best part of me.

When the cold, black, stillness of night,
slowly begins to ebb and to wane,
as the bright rays from the Sun,
push slowly through the window pane.
I awake slowly to a new light,
of a brand new, most wonderful day,
then I notice you've gone away.
Your body is still here with me,
but your mind has escaped and is free.
You will soon awake; there I'll be
to help you; you will see.

There was a time,
There was a place,
When every night,
I'd see your face.
A face of pure
Beauty to see,
from now
to eternity.
A face to launch
One thousand ships,
To save the World,
From one so far,
Who had no love,
From which to choose,
Just the fate of others,
The World to lose.

The light of love
seeps from your eyes.
I have seen this before,
it is not a surprise.
Brown is the color
of those beautiful eyes.
Soft is your laugh,
so I'm left to surmise
when the love pours forth
from your beautiful eyes.

You bring forth the life
in this aged, old soul.
I'll write not in riddles,
for you make my life whole.

The wind gusts against tree and limb,
rattling the leaves; creating a din.
Small, dead branches fall without sound,
amongst the Maple leaves covering the ground.
Break out the rakes, for a short while.
Start raking those leaves into a pile.
Pick up all leaves, at the scene,
to get a jump on this Fall scene.

A flash of light.
A flicker of flame,
Calls out to me,
Asking my name.
The odor of wood smoke
From the embers a glow,
Brings forth the memories
Hidden away, long ago.
Stand close to the fire,
You will I suppose
Have the smokie aroma
All over your clothes.
Remember the smoke scent,
Unlike the smell of a Rose.
Pull up your blanket,
Hide beneath the covers,
Showing only your nose.

Serenity is thy name,
a loving approach to life,
is now your game.
Avoid all of the World's strife.
Run hard from the same
toward all the others,
who live with their fame.
Seek out while searching
for all who you see,
as I do adore you,
my sweet Serenity.

Must a writer of verse,
perchance be quite daft
or be like the cold
you caught in a draft?
Perhaps it's not a cold,
only allergies or hay fever.
In any event, take my word.
Be a loyal and a true believer.

I go upstairs
to help her again.
She is my wife
and closest friend.

Write not for me
on this long, sorry day.
Bring forth the troops
to take him away.

You all are complicit
in what now occurs,
with all of your hate
and unwanted slurs.

Trying to change the rule,
in place on this day,
because you want the election
to go just your way.

You petulant child
with your pompous smile,
need to leave us now;
go away for a long while.

Why do you ask
about my new task?
Can you not see
I'm wearing a mask?
Do I like it now?
Of course I don't
but it's better to be safe
then rocking the boat.