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Flying over the ethereal sea
Angels covet her remedial breeze
She lies within shaping the without
With toolbox of creation at her side, she
Tranquilizes, harmonizes, mesmerizes
Machination, witchcraft, control
Have no chance against her simple dance
With universal ear and eyes of Nature
She spots the afflicted hearts
Where celestial surgeon begins operation
Animals see her invisible presence
Birds champion her indivisible sense
Be not coy to sample her nectar
For she is off to her paradise
When pains been lifted
And troubles been evicted.
In my youth I grasped for
more than I could possess.
Now grey of hair and beard,
I have learned less can be
more than enough.
Humans are by our natures
nurturers, we thrive when
giving, we take in stray animals
raise and love them like our own
children, if they by their natures
eat our sofa, crap on our carpet
we readily with charity forgive
them, clean up their mess and go on.

Is it not sad that we cannot always
extend or receive that same charity
of tolerance to or from the humans
in our lives?
Perhaps it is because people can
speak, make excuses, even lie and
our pets merely stay mute, remote
making no excuses.
Rampant lies are skin-deep
Steering the unwitting herd
Bridled truths pierce the bone
Sparking marrow's bird
Shadows fade in the sea of look
Surfing the backdoor brook
Light cries in the dead of night
Lamenting the absence oh height
The dual bond conceals parity
Fanning the flames of insanity
The lonely man cries for love
Seaching for meadows of dove
The lone woman dreams of a king
Waiting for the diamond ring
The Earth rolls with double intent
Keeping us in circular fusion
The Moon rotates with triple end
Sympathizing with our confusion
A star fastens my gaze
Stimulating my fancy
In astronomical ways
The heavenly fire plays
With my sense of relevancy
The magical dance craves
For a companion who deserves
The steps of divination
To waltz in halls of revelation
The scientist is lost
In the storm of data's decay
Riggling through the rust
Contemplating the costly delay
The teacher, eager to transfer knowledge
Proposes the learned page
Unaware of the winding thread
Leading to questions unheard
The father promises to play
The mother carries the weight of day
The children weary of their chores
Daydream of magical doors
Am I the deputy of Satan
Or the sheriff of God
They both seem to raise my curtain
They're both anticipating my nod
What should I do without their wraith
Polarizing my life's story
I shall put my unwavering faith
In elements of Nature's fury
What I have said in black and white
May not appeal to color of your thought
And that is fine for such is my song
My right to sing the way I belong.
I love moments our bodies touch
As well as what's within your mind
When you tell me I look beautiful
Words I replay and rewind
You help me lift off ground
When feeling discouraged and grey
Placing my needs above own
Even if issues get in the way
There never could be another
Make my wishes come true
Find you simply irresistible
Just being you
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