My thoughts do ramble so
and words are stop or go,
as I write as quick as I can;
Not from fear but rather than
to let out feelings, deep inside.
Some that I won't hide
away from friends and family
but to stay as close as I can be.

No more will I hear
that cry in the night.
No more the pain,
no more the plight,
for time has passed,
as it usually will do.
I long, once more to hear
the sound of your voice,
when you talk to me,
of our dreams on this road to eternity.
Don't go from me.
Don't leave me alone.
Please my dear love,
please stay at home.

I remember back to the olden days,
laying on the floor, behind the kitchen stove.
On linoleum, metal, no asbestos
to protect the floor from the
excess heat.
Smells of apple pies, in the wood fired oven.
Those days of so long ago, are gone.
So here we are now, along
with all the good thoughts that
we recall.
Fortunately, for me, it's the good
thoughts that I remember, not the bad,
not the memories that make me sad.
Knowing that we won't
come this way again.

I knew lonely times,
when evening came
and daylight, washed away.
Sadness was a friend of mine,
when cities, dark and grey,
turned their backs, on my loneliness.

Rising up, in early light
with bits of joy and sorrow,
as days go by
and nights do pass,
into a new tomorrow
and so it is, as days go by,
as nights go yon and hither,
while age descends,
upon our minds
and flesh begins to wither.

Under the water, beneath the Sea
the blackness is calling; it's calling me.
Return to the place where we came from.
Return to life's creative outcome.
The smell of the Sea, the splash of the waves,
is where I belong, not here in a cave,
for of all the wonders, in this great life,
there's no none as loved as my sweet wife.
My thoughts are a shamble of uncertainty,
for I must go now and return to the Sea.

Good morning Sunday, a good morning
to greet all the Seahawk fans,
up early this day to watch,
the Seahawks play in Philly.
An early morning game for me,
is what I like to watch
and root on the Seattle team,
for to win they must
get all the parts of the machine
running. Both the offense and defense
must purr like a new kitten.
Go get them Hawks the beautiful team
win nice but please stay mean.

Here I am, small, tiny and wee.
Half of the size I thought I'd be.
Down in the grass, under the dew
is where I'll lurk; waiting for you
or your pet to come by.
You won't see me; that just won't be
for I am an everyday common flea.

I miss you so, my sweet delight.
May I visit you now? Spend the night?
We'll talk again, like years before
of love, life and evermore.
My love for you is not disdain
but one of our life's long refrain.
The memories we shared about our past
was meant to be one that would last.
Let me be with you on this night
and we will both know, it is right.

Tell me why.
Tell me more.
Why is this day
One I abhor?