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In retrospect,

the nicest part
of that whole afternoon—

what with that summer sunlight,
cascading down onto the sward

where you and I
sat in the deep shade of a noble oak tree—

the nicest part
of that whole afternoon—

what with that dignified roar from Yosemite Falls
resounding throughout the valley

and those songbirds chirping out a perfect counterpoint
in the immediate foreground,

the nicest part
of that whole afternoon—

what with the dry dirt of that flawlessly unkempt
softball field warming our bare toes,

and those children playing—
their shadows ever lengthening—
in that eternal Eden…

In retrospect,

the nicest part
of that

entire

afternoon

was getting to spend it
with you.
for Lisa
Rain drops
Falling in my head
Releasing their
Kinetic flow
As they fly
From my mind
I am free to
Fly from the rain
Fly free from
My trouble
As I float in
The sky I
Know that
Everything
Will be fine
As the raindrops
Fall on my head
The rain can be
Nourishing too
After a long draught
A strong rain can be
A good thing
Sometimes we have
To let a little rain
Fall in our lives
To truly get ourselves
Clean and wash
The grime away from the day
A poem about rain
 May 2017 archwolf-angel
JP
Ghost
 May 2017 archwolf-angel
JP
he was dead
But
still searching...
for the
meaning of life
 May 2017 archwolf-angel
Traveler
Sometimes dreams
Actually come true
The world at your feet
Fresh and brand new

Sometimes you win
Just before you lose
The process of love
The first time through

Sometimes you take
More than they got
Nobody warned you
And now you have not

Sometimes you need
To give it away
Just think of all
The love you could save
...
Traveler Tim
I only have a few friends,
but those few, who are you,
are very precious to me,

I admire your loving hearts,
and your beautiful souls,
that are kind
and filled with purity.

I love you all because...
each of you can hear
the things
that I do not say,

Because,
you each know
how to love me
in your very own unique
and special way.

Because,
all of you reach-out
to my heart and soul,

Because,
you all come together
to grab my hand
and pull me out,
before I sink
into the recurring
black hole.

Because,
I never have to worry
that any of you
will ever give up on me -
you all, patiently,
tolerate my relentless Anxiety.

Because,
you all really understand
who I truly am,
deep,
deep
down
to the very core
of me--Rosalie!

Because,
any amount of absence
doesn't disintegrate or deteriorate
our friendship,
despite the precious time
that my Anxiety,
slowly, eats away,

Because,
I can feel each of you
thinking about me,
even though you're all busy,
every blessed new day.

Because,
individually,
each of you are the sunshine
that removes the dark clouds
that hover over my head
like a curse,

Because,
together,
you all stand to make up
my entire universe!

Because,
I know
that we were meant to be
a special part
of each other's life journey,

Because,
I feel your genuineness
and honest sincerity,

Because,
we are kindred spirits -
we are soulmates -
we are rare, beautiful souls in tune,

Because,
I am grateful
and most thankful
that we met,
and not a minute too soon!

Because,
without these few,
most valuable, friendships
that I truly do cherish,

Life, on this beautiful, but messy,
chaotic, dog-eat-dog, blessed existence,
would be more than hellish!

I love and appreciate
each and every one of you,
YOU!...who I call "A friend!"

I promise to love you all
unconditionally
until my very last breath,
until the very end!
And, from the hereafter,
infinite love to you all,
I will continue to send!

By Lady R.F. (C)2017
His touch like silk
His eyes as deep as oceans
Voice like a thousand breaths.
If Music was a man.

I would feel what he felt,
Feel it course through my bones
And rock my body with the symphonies.

He wouldn't have to speak, all he'd need to do was let out melodies
and I could tell what he felt.
What he cried about.
What he held close.

If music was man, the way we would love,
well, people would talk about it for centuries.
My body would breathe with the notes.
Soak in the sound of his rough violin chords.

If Music was a Man
If you gathered every grain of sand
Off every seashore,
I assure you
That her big, beautiful heart's love
Is still more.

And if you gathered every single leaf
Off every giant tree,
I guarantee you
That within her soul
There is still more love
Than your eyes will ever see;
Her love is boundless, ever growing, Infinitely.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017
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