It was the perfect night
That night
I had thought
That night
I had bought you flowers
In the park

Seranated you a song
That had your name

I thought the feeling was right
But I saw that look, in moons light
It wasn't glistening stars
In your eyes sight
But was the darkest silouette
-of
Wind blown cloudy sky

Tear filled rain
Of broken tries instead

Silence can make the heart heavy
The darkest of night
Is the sunniest of days
When all you have worked for
Is walking away

Walk away,
Spread your wings and fly
I wish you nothing but happiness
As much as once was mine
In days of you and I

You,ve  only  got  one  mother.
Faithful  kind  and  true.
Cherish  her  with  all  your  heart.
Your  guiding  light  right  from  the  start.
She,s  there  for  you  in  good  or  bad.
She  picks  you  up  when  you  are  sad.
She  gives  you  lots  of  loving  care
To  help  you  as  you  grow.
A  loving  word  a  tender  smile.
Making  everything  worthwhile.
Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK  2016.

Kathleen  and  I  went  up  the  hill.
In  the  boisterous  wind  nothing  still.
Bashing,  Crashing,  all  around.
And  water  flooding  near  town.
The  wind  just  took  us  along  at  pace.
The  lashing  rain  bit  into  your  face.
As  we  reached  the  sodden  town.
Plant  pots  flying  all  around.
Old  men  sighing,  children  crying.
The  moaning  wind  was  all  around.
We  went  for  coffee  to  escape.
And  left  the  others  to  their  fate.
Cats  in  trances,  flying  branches.
Water  seeping, water  creeping.
So  we  got  a  taxi  home.
Thank  God.

I witnessed a previously unknown apostle ministering to the self imposed deaf at Daytona Beach , shouting out the gospel to vacationers that moseyed down Capitalism Avenue , a souvenir committed to memory  just like the pelicans , white sand , salt water taffy , dining at Joe's Crab Shack on fish and chips , the ships returning home far off in the distance , trinket shops lining the streets ..
Two guitar players performed on the pier , hopelessly out of tune and a bit tone deaf in my humble opinion ... Shady characters roamed the shore selling condo's by the score , seagulls knew I had tangerines and wouldn't leave me alone ..
The waves crashing into shore caught us off guard and ruined a two hundred dollar camera , a fifty five mile drive back to Orlando took us two **** hours !
Mickey Land was turning money hand over foot with eighty degree temperatures at the end of December , the boats on her canals were the high point of my vacation , cranberry juice on the veranda overlooking a par three provided a treasure trove of entertainment , men and women penning their frustrations over that little white ball with a mind of it's own , looking right and left before cheating like anyone really cared ..
People watching on Boardwalk , a cup of tea at Old Key West , a riverboat jaunt across Lake Buena Vista , a fried seafood feast at a local restaurant ..Such is the life of the temporary Floridian .. Sun screen , ruffled road maps , cool shades and Palm tree dreams ...

I feel in pain
My soul aches
My mind is tired
And my heart can no longer keep up

Traveling some place yonder
"What brings?"
I wonder
For I can no longer
Keep up