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Under a dark cloud, hiding,
an unrepentant love.
Long in anguish, must I wait,
to hear from Heaven, up above.

The shadows, beneath the tree,
hiding this lost soul, me.
Unable to adjust to life,
when I'm at the moment,
can't stay with my wife.

When I pause, thinking,
of all the years gone by,
recalling our life together,
then I begin asking why?

Why did my love, so bright,
be diagnosed with Dementia disease.
What did she do to deserve this?
Answer the question, please.

Increasing wind,
across grassy fields.
Wind swept plains,
Nature's tools.

Fields of wheat,
waves of gold,
beautiful sight,
never gets old.

Comes the harvest,
combines in view.
Harvesting grain,
thinking of you.

Harvest time
in the Northwest,
a season change,
it is the best.

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

The two dominant galaxies near center are far far away, 12 million light-years distant toward the northern constellation of the Great Bear. On the right, with grand spiral arms and bright yellow core is spiral galaxy M81. Also known as Bode's galaxy, M81 spans some 100,000 light-years. On the left is cigar-shaped irregular galaxy M82. The pair have been locked in gravitational combat for a billion years. Gravity from each galaxy has profoundly affected the other during a series of cosmic close encounters. Their last go-round lasted about 100 million years and likely raised density waves rippling around M81, resulting in the richness of M81's spiral arms. M82 was left with violent star forming regions and colliding gas clouds so energetic that the galaxy glows in X-rays. In the next few billion years, their continuing gravitational encounters will result in a merger, and a single galaxy will remain. This extragalactic scenario also includes other members of the interacting M81 galaxy group with NGC 3077 below and right of the large spiral, and NGC 2976 at upper right in the frame. Captured under dark night skies in the Austrian Alps, the foreground of the wide-field image is filled with integrated flux nebulae. Those faint, dusty interstellar clouds reflect starlight above the plane of our own Milky Way galaxy.

Photo by Andreas Aufschnaiter

Magical times,
at this moment,
to talk
with another.
To me,
it's entertainment.

I need to write of verse
and the thrill of crafting words,
to help you understand,
not all words must rhyme.

If I were to call your name,
when I heard your favorite song,
would I be a "basket case"
or would I remain forlorn?

A name is important, to everyone,
for it is the only way,
to be well known
at both work and play.

The dirt beneath my fingernails,
from year and years of toil,
when doing what I loved,
planting bulbs and plants in soil.

I'll miss that now,
all the joy I will take,
but will rejoice, in the Fall
when leaves I won't rake.

Dark clouds are passing,
up above, quite high.
Wishing I was a bird,
into the air I'd fly.

To soar amongst clouds,
with my dream to fly,
If I wished upon a star,
"Why oh why, can't I?"

Beneath the Willow's
drooping branches,
a safe location,
is where I hide.
Long were the evenings,
where I was hiding,
to avoid the hurt,
from the outside.

The warmth of love
comes from the soul.
Gushing forth, through
words, soft spoken,
spraying outward,
through people's eyes,
Loves sweet presence,
goes unheard,
goes unseen,
without a sound
if people
are indifferent.