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Hurry home to rest Oh failing Sun you are rewarded a days duty done as you send shadows long and defeated to ground.
Come.

Lit by polluted incandescent pain. willingness the city roars and cavorts in limited sensuality...hidden desires unraveling by night.
Come hither.
Wafting breezes eases transition of myriad shades of black...pushing back at the world weary day.
Whispering hope...familial collusion at hour's conclusion.
Come rebirth, come nightfall come quiet
Come twilight
Come moolight.
Come daylight
Rejoin the fight
In Burning sunlight
Then forevermore
Come forward.
Come twilight.
I wish I was an acorn, To be protected with tough exoshell.
To not care how high the world is, To not matter what heights I fell.

I wished I was an acorn, to be secluded in the ground,
Bathe in darkness, I’d be lost. Persistent sunlight; me she found.

I wished I was an acorn, young potential packed in a nut,
Consumed by mother Earth, I’d sprout life within her gut.
One day baby...

Years from now …

We will be sitting on our front porch,

Drinking coffee together as the sun  goes down.

Your face full of life

Your hair full of silver

And your eyes full of wisdom.

But even then, I take your hand,

With its wrinkles sewn

With time in mine,

And I kiss it softly

As we silently

Rewind these memories in our minds.

Tears began to form in my eyes

I knew I was a lucky guy

But only then did I truly realize,

The changes we made

And love that we made

With every year that flew by.

It wasn't luck…

It was  a blessing to share this life,

With you by my side…

Then suddenly as one lonely teardrop fell,

I  realized,

Just as our eyes

Watched our children grow and change with time.

We watched ourselves grow and change also,

With each turn of the page in our book of memories....

We had without knowing, wrote a story of passion, love and beauty...

From all the years shared between you and me...

I can  see our love grow deeper as we grow older.

I can see our relationship take shape as each chapter unfolds.

All these  trails we  left behind in the dust

The narrative of our trials and  perseverance,

I watched  our relationship form

How we learned to listen

How we learned to trust

I watched as  our lives became one…

Held within these bindings in our minds.

I  find a reflection of how we came to be us.

The story we had no idea we were writing,

The story of ...Us.
A foreshadow of a memory.

— The End —