She enters searching for the essence of us
Left from before time existed and from miles of distance apart
Her messenger waits outside my door quietly and patiently
She always makes sure to wipe herself clear from my recollection
So she can sleep at night, as prose will prove correct

The dry frigid air sweeps across the fallen land
At the edge of town there’s a open field that I lay in to soothe my mind
I have a lot of chatter there in the silence of the bewitching hours

Sometimes good, sometimes not so good

there is enough room at the edge of this town to breathe,
wide open spaces and pleasent weather mix well with the butterflies and mice that inhabit the grainy and cornfed feilds aside the ranchers and workers.

the livestock has fallen ill this season from the construction of the roads along the fences,
the lack of grazing pastures are getting to the association this year
it's being brought up to the board this week

the air has just been thick with anticipation of the spring rains and chance for growth but the season is young
so many things have to happen for us to reach the endgoal of our bounties, for us to recieve our cut

we reap what we sow

there is a beginning and end to everything in life,
the cycles are no more evident to me than it is now,
4 humdrum years later.

She has taken another into her bed while I made sure I was alive
after the last encounter of sorts,
a complex man I'm hoping for,
one who can identify all her triggers and signs of these type situations.

I wouldn't mind it if I wasn't haunted enough by the notion of knowing this is a definite and confirmed event in my life.

There is no fighting it.
Her critically acclaimed words are evident in the fact that it is
easy to acheive for her,
I can only assume in silence and darkness of her tactics and
I do not state this claim as falsehood for it is not a illusion

the thing is, she thinks I am oblivious to the situation,
I know and what would her penalty be?

maybe isolation and abandonment,
confrontation maybe not.
I have the black list on Megatron, my iphone, updated with my
exemption from this situation.

what will happen is a whole lot of work,
for work comes first
I will have no connection to the woman who has been
dishonest and decitful in the future
my elders have told be beware the water
yet the water is remarkably calm but so deep and treacherous

I will see the sunrise of tommorrow and enjoy her warmth
the darkness will fade and I will taste another on my lips,
as prophesy had revealed to me

maybe this time with respect and comfort
maybe with child and a wedding

WE WILL SEE, WON'T WE

The night that commands these creatures has begun,
the creepy crawlers will emerge and begin the nightly routine of
the hunt, the nesting, the evading, the dancing with the ghosts

the capturing of the light is a a necessity and the creatures are aware of it,
the capture is almost like a health pack of absorbed moonbeams streaking throughout the canopy onto the underbrush and forest floor,
the creatures move among the the shadows hunting the light blindly
unaware of the loss of stealth as they peak theirs extensions into the dim moonlight touching the floor, sweeping the earth about

this is the life that the night commands and I await the break of dawn and the warmth of the moon's superior as
the wind rustles and the earth has spun for that bit of time

oh the deep dark night, let there be a dawn.

There's a steel drum playing loudly in the valley,
the tinks are infectious and lively

The shadows are rolling down the cliff with the breeze,
everything is right in the world we know to be true and sane

The thicket is dry and full of keawe thorns,
the bush is rustling with critters that show their fangs in the twilight hours

Our dogs are satisfied with the cool evening gentle wind gusts while the shores are still being lapped from the strong
Pacific currents

The day was difficult due to the heat,
when this happens we all suffer

The streams of sunlight dwindle and night settles in.

The night owls make their runs to town and back,
while the guard dog is chained and fast asleep

The night is long and only gives way to only the heat of the
mid-morning sun,
the birds chirp again

See!! The world is correct while we sleep, while we are active and while we breathe the Kona winds off the cold Pacific waters.

Nothing in life is just one event. It's merely the rhythm of life that occurs.