Be patient
mend in
this time
of your
glory.

the scabs
on your
heart will
fall away
in pieces
each with
a different
story of
how it
was with
him.

be strong
endure,

let the
river of
faith inside
you take
it's course,

and like
the caterpillar
at first sight
has nothing in
common with
a cocoon and
the cocoon
has nothing to

do with a
butterfly,

again you
will break
through and
learn to fly.

and your
love will
be deeper
and your kisses
will be
sweeter,

and I will
stand on
the ground and
look up
and applaud'
you.

for my heart
too is on
this journey,

for some
reason God
has made
it this way.

and as
I prayed
for you and your
children this
morning,

I know he
is always
right...

Summer melts away
like a soft serve
Neopolitan
ice cream
cone upon
your lips
then mine,

and today
greets you
like a taste
that is
new,

and
it's taste
releases
old tired
tears to be
forgotten,

like adolescent
nursery rhymes
that your
mother sang
to you.+

that were
your everything
for awhile.

but now  you
are awake
and life is
everything
before you,

and the morning
like a new
lover breaks
before my

eyes.

I see
her buzzing
like a big
bull fly
up and down,

and then
occasionally
a sideways turn
across love's
kitchen window.

and then
here it
comes again "swap!"
one swing on
top of
another
back to
back without
mercy or
pity in
this dying flight
of circumstance.

but she
will probably
escape this
fate too...
she has for
the last 40 years
or so....
and then

until one
day there
will be only
be pieces of
her smeared
red and black
across this
hot afternoon
kitchen glass.

she calls
it falling in
and out of
love.

and then
finally August 11, 2018
2:20 p,m, in
the afternoon
it happened...

"swap!" and
that is
all there
is to that.

she's broken...

and now black
has become a
friend to
you,

when you
dream at
night.

and once
a upon
a time
has become

a forgotten
moment
that has
bled out
all hope
from your
eyes.

these are
different
times now
that define
you,

a marriage
lost a family
broken.

and this
sky will
never look
the same
again.

but you
are not
dead and
you are
far from
dying,

even though
at night
it sometimes
seems that it is
so.

and I sit
and wait
just outside
your hearts
window and
I am
patient and
I am kind.

kiss each
morning sunrise
a little deeper
each day
and you
will heal.

for I
have been
where you
are now.

and then
love changed

everything.

It is
the empty
places
inside your
heart that
I hope
to fill,

and till
with gentle
words without
regret or
judgment
or want.

we have
lived in similar
places and
dreams.

and witnessed
the runaway
wishing stars
hide in
the night.

though times
far apart and several
lives removed.

but it is
still hearts of
the same
beating and
questions and
wishes unanswered
that we
wrap ourselves
around in
faith to
one another,

and always
the moment,

of tomorrow
what will
ever become
of us.

that moves
us forward
to the next
smile upon
your face.

which certainly
must be as
beautiful as
anything that
I have ever
seen.

and seasons
come and
seasons go.

but without
pieces of
each other
to carry
with us,

certainly time
itself will
be lost.

why do
I write
you.

it is
easier to
to do
than breathe
itself.

one moment
to the next,

it is
a feeling you
have given
me.

in quiet thoughts
alone with
this key
board as

I write to
you in
the dark

till morning
light colors
us friends.

I would travel
far and
I would reach
for your
open hand,

and talk
search amongst
your eyes,

for secrets
and questions
of your
heart that
have long
been unanswered.

and we
would wonder
still under
Dakota skies,

and sigh
in this friendship
of silence.

no expectations
or hidden
agendas of
childish blind
faith.

and our path
would be blessed
with many
footsteps of
trust and
patience,

like the wind
blowing
across your
face gently
to kiss your
lips,

and I would
be one
and you
would be
two.

destinies

that in
this moment
have come
to rest
in each other's
eyes.

and breathe.

It is a
different view
that I know
that you
once had
for your
life,

and perhaps
I might be
the last
one to
stand-in
line for
your heart.

but here
we are
heart to
heart and
the shadows
of our pains
and doubts
cover each other
like two stars
over the
blackest of
nights.

and your
love may
hide from
me and your
dreams bend
out of sight,

but love has
no time line
to love.

and stars
eventually
find their
perfect place
in the night.

and for
that to God
I am eternally
grateful..

from the very
first time
I heard your
prayers.

from the very
first time
that I saw
your eyes.

and the
universe
began

again.