Doesn't anybody anymore,
Pay attention to the rules of the land?
It seems people have given up
On abiding by rules which
Were developed decades, nay
From CENTURIES ago.
An entire encyclopedia,
At our fingertips, for our use,
And we can not see it for the keys.
Nothing is hidden from view.
We have spell check, and
We have grammar check.
In our zeal, we choose to ignore.
We have a thesaurus within our grasp.
We have the ability to count to ten.
And just like everything else in life...
...we have given up on rhyme, and meter.
When will we ever learn,
That some things in life,
Are best left to tradition.
And we should become progressive,
In our thoughts on paper.
Inclusive of Meter, MAYBE to rhyme.
And bring that progression into life.
Not to wither and die on paper,
In a dusty old library of old thoughts and deeds.

Your words speak to me,
They let me know
There is somebody else like me.
Your words are art to my eyes.
Floating figures from an alternate reality.
Touching my thoughts.
Whispering in my dreams.

Hello, how are you today?
I hope this note finds you well.
I'm writing to tell you that I miss you.
I never known
The touch of your hand on my cheek.
I've never known
The way you would look into my eyes,
And convey to me, the love in your heart.
Your love for me would make me feel unique.
There is an esoteric peculiarity in your look.
An emotional connection which flows between us.
How can I touch you from here?
I dare not get near you.
I'd never want to compromise your
Love for another man.
I'd never walk  by your home,
Even though, just being near you...
...My HEART beats uncontrollably.
I think how lucky I am to know you exist.

You walk by me,
As though,
You don't know that I am here.
How can I tell you
Of the endless depth,
Of my love for you?
You don't even glance in my direction.
All I can say is I love you,
In my fantasies.
But we live our lives
Together, Happily,
Separately,
Forevermore,
In my dreams.

The air is cool and crisp today.
It's not cold, it's not biting,
It's an invigorating day, near the end of Autumn.
Children cavorting in the playground,
Kids playing basketball nearby.
An old man watching the children play.
A man and woman with their children,
Feeding the ducks and geese in the pond.
Walking by, the kids are having a wonderful time.
The ducks coming to them, eating from their hands.
Cavello gets excited and wants to play too.
Moving along on our walk,
A runner is resting, stretching, and rehydrating.
We smile at each other, in passing.
A squadron of Geese came in to land,
Heading at me in a perfect 'V'.
A beautiful sight.
What a great day for a walk.
A slight cool breeze,
I think I'll continue around the pond,
Just a few more times.