the darkness of hair eyes ,lips with red bloom with a heart both joyful and light,arms that bid me welcome from the day now past.candles glow softly on the dinner table,that waits our merriment,and comfortable sharing.tiredness smelts away in the stillness of greeting.i inhale your fresh perfumed essence,my soul now smiles in delight.

I keep in rememberance that godly fate is turning the pages of my life,day after day,year after year,life has been very kind and gracious in my moments here,and the lesson today that I would share is not to weep,over the former things of old,but to expect new beginnings and gifts to appear,for will be answers to very troubling questions and  new sunsets miracles to enjoy,all are patiently waiting for you down the road,seek them

come ,behold not my flaws or ocasionle sadness doubt impatience with others, even yourself,but see my blind eye to fear, that time will steal you away from me. know that the puzzle of living I have not  yet completely solved,nor understand ,I desire  your love help to ponder what yet might come.can we not face all the joys tears fears ,united in trust ,both strong together and apart,long before the final dying day.

my thoughts travel back to city nighs when fireflys lit the dark,under streams of summer moonlight,air seemed fresher and even crisp in those young man days,with quick strides I walked past houses of peoples who knew and didn't know,who I was,and care,heading toward a future that might shut out all the dreams long dreamed,yet to meet young womenwho would guide me through the garden of sweet delight,and deliver mail to my senses than awakening

flickering moments spent in your presence,are not enough and I find myself greedy formore,when all others would attack with scorning tongues, your love serves as a first line of defense,how could I ever be cold when your love warms me so.

the weight and height of sorrow wedded to grief, becomes often to much  alone to bear,yet these unwelcome guests follow us dressed in black,causing each to shut our eyes in pain,so that tears flow quietly down the face.locking all into the chamber of rememberance and regret.sometimes stealing the will to live or even survive.piles of memories are left behind like tasks undone, the day is past and gone, sunlight removed from the heart of time motion,one dares not think of beginning anew.

the heart unloved so quickly plunges into rapid decline,and darkness stands guard over the words and deeds of what might have been shared,who knows how far or near that place,before love in all its shinning light and wonderous beauty,will dwell among us,all creeds and colors.