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A Sunset On The Columbia

Oh Possibilities!

You live only in my mind-

Now here

Hoping to let them breath.

Why there are people like me!

They write and dance for pleasure

-Still dissatisfied.

For what am I without you?

I miss you

And your comfort and familiarity

Is it possible

I can find these things here?

I can cuddle up with any attractive skin

But it wont be yours

Not like you

And I watch as they all cycle through

Much like the Wind and the Air-

Fire

                  ............

The old man sits directly ahead

Like me

He hasn't moved

And I wonder what he is reminiscing about

Who he misses

He must know greater sorrow than I

As life moves on and he is old

My life is young

Though  my path is well chosen

It has lead me to hear

With Angles like fireflies  

They appear around me

Revealing their presence

As if I was blind to them before

They know me better than I

As they are carefully placed

Leading my way

Lighting my path

Moving in Perfect rhythm

With the Water and Sky

calm

They don't even realize-

Realize their power

Neither do I.

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