Her name was Diana.
She was my queen. Her eyes soulful
Her spirit was clean.
I betrayed her love. With cold calculation.
Numbers .

Choices shaped by urgent circumstance.
The scales tipped away.

She spoke to me from a far place untrod .

I saw her in the flesh again. The woman stood next to me.
A total stranger. She spoke with care and compassion though
Her voice was not the same.The spirit arced the void.The eyes.

Her  body was a replica down to the way she stood. The face older,
the lines less sharp.
Her husband stood by quietly as we moved in the queue.
A prop. Voiceless.

Then and there I knew.
Diana had touched me over the years but she never came to me
This way. I struggled.
But I  could not. Make.the leap and so
She went her way with.    Strange goodbyes.

I knew she waited for me.
She said she.would in life.
She had forgiven my betrayal

Oh how she loved me. And oh how I loved her so.

She spoke to me from the grave. Her power was
Always pure love.
The breezes blew the flame from her candle
Her candle stood alone in the whipping wind.
Where I left her standing

Years ago I left her standing as the world cruelly closed in.
The hounds of her existence claimed her.
She will be mine again.
Those eyes that so engulfed me.

That heat that ever loved me.
Goodnight my sweet. Rest again.
My journey leads back to you.

In time the circle will close.
Goodnight my queen.
I know that you await.
Rest my queen.
Unspoken as before.

The boatman
Stands  on the far bank.
His fare in hand.
I love you.
I always have done.

It happens and I am out of body and the theme from the
Twilight zone is on a a loop.Rod Serling mumbles something to my
Fear.
Insanity crooks a finger and beckons from behind a hooded robe.
But this is a prelude to possibilities down the rabit hole.
So once again I turn my back. Scramble up hill the skinny trail rutted in deep.

Sleep is the breadcrumb trail. That never fails to walk me out of the woods.until next episode.

Man overboard.

Rain or shine. Well almost.. but
The regulars make the stroll..I can almost set my clock,that is if need it.
Two ladies. I call them Mutt and Jeff, Mutt in the right side,Jeff on the left.

One short the other taller.
A morning ritual. On occasion, Jeff does a solo
Mostly with her wing man though. I watch them come and go.

I asked them their names once but my memory is like smoke in the early morning
breeze some days

The regulars. set your clock or calender.
I sense a long and abiding bond .Many shared tears and joys.

Nisei or Sansei.?
I cant say for sure.

The regulars
Like Sunshine rising east.

I am the watcher.
The reader of the constant.
The regulars .They see me silent mostly.
Ghostly.

I am a regular in knee pants.
They teach me to be still and regular.
To myself be true.

One day I can be a regular too.

Real Diva=A petulant Proven Mega Talent
Watered down Diva=A rude Hoochie.

Real Diva= A self Centered Proven Star.
Fake Diva=A Schmendrick. Cant punch out of a wet paper bag.

Old-school (Real Diva)=A Socialite.Proven ,Heavy hitter,Show stopper.
Skin Diva=T & A Poser.Head Rattles when she Shakes her Diva.

Iron Clad Diva=Cant miss,sold out two years in advance.
Bone Retrieva Diva= Cant spell CAT if You spot her the C and The A.

The list goes on.........

Nawmean ?

King wing nut fancied himself a fashion savant. No one was ballsy enough to tell him "you caahnt".
                                               He sewed a nice shirt from riverbed dirt.
                                              
"Wonderful sire was the obliging blurt.
                                               He stitched a cocked hat made from rooster
                                               Fat.

"Mahvelous sire was the rat a tat tat.

                                              He sewed wooden trousers
                                              to so many wowsers !!!

                                              His stockings were crafted from gobbledygook.

Superlative sire!! and "Oh goodness look"

                                              The Vapid sot laid down on a cot for a nap.
                                               He woke at two,recharged an refreshed.
                                              
He stripped down to the skin and proceeded to sew a suit from the thinnest of air.
He stepped to his throne from the twilight zone.
bemused and with hardly a care.
                                              What say ye now said the simplified oaf.

                                              All eyes drifted skyward as he strutted about.
                                              to applause and stifled guffaws.

"Your majesty has outdone himself".
"Leave the rest of your clothes in the closets and shelves.

                                              Nothing more needs be said.
                                              Gassed up and content with an over-sized head.