In this moment I pray:
For peace
For strength
For life to slow down
to speed up
To give me all the things I want
To take away all the things that break me
To end my rollercoaster emotions
up and down
side-to-side
happy and sad

In this moment I beg:
To be successful
to feel proud of the strides I've made
to not feel like a failure
that I will be nobody forever
that I will be stuck in the same place
for the rest of my life
For the day I will see the light
and I will trust my feet to take me where I need to be
to appreciate all that I have
and to stop comparing myself to others

And in this moment I hope:**
That I will continue to fight for my life
That I will get better one day
That I'll no longer be sick and scared
That I will find what I'm meant to do
That God actually does have a plan for me
and I just need to be patient and have faith
That healing will take place
And that there will be a day
That I will no longer feel this pain
That it will be replaced with joy.

I hold you in my imagination
I know
The only things
That ever became real
Were once merely dreams
There is no reality unless we make it be
And I'm making
I am the better part of creation
And even while I sleep
I still am working
My slumber unencumbered by my rest
I hold you in my imagination
You hold my heart
We'll hold each other
There is nothing left to believe in
Except for this

I will love you in sickness
I will love you in health
Money don't matter to me baby
For you are my real wealth

I promise to be faithful
I promise to be sincere
I will respect you and always be there for you
I won't let any trouble deter me
Till the very end i shall persevere

You give me a reason to smile
You give me a reason to live
Every ounce of love that i have in me...
...that to you i shall give

I promise to be your man
I'll never ever leave your hand
I will make you proud my dear wife
For you truly complete my life

It's  blistering  hot  here  today.
Not  at  all  like  the  British
Lake  District.
I  have  borrowed  a  fan
from  the  lady  next  door.
To  try  and  cool  off.
I  don't  know  how  long
this  weather  will  last.
Perhaps  it  will  end
In  thunder  storms.


Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2016.

I pick dandelions
in the early spring
when I think of you
She loves me . . .

I cut the rose blooms
in the summer morn
And I am pricked
by the remembrance of you

I walk in the autumn gold
as I shuffle with the agony
of the memory
Yes I do

Now in my winter's demise
I wrap the cloth of your smile
around the cold heart's desire
that I once had for you

There will be no dandelions
this spring
No roses this summer
No leaves of autumn's color
Without the smile of you