But Still

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Outside looking in

Clearly I cannot forget the tips of your tears falling

and

your..calling…of my name.

Or, black satin draped windows…

claiming love’s soul.

Years have collected

clarity has cast perspective.

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But still…

I wonder

Did I disable you?

But still the night scares take you

Away,

away,

from me.

It’s easy enough to let shoes drop…

where they may.

Little pills

pink and blue

The devil had taken your dues.

Every tide that becomes the ocean

Every leaf on every fallen tree

no deeper than…

Every trial,

every fleeting glance,

But still,

what of destiny?

But still,

in goodness

shall

we look back?

And,

Stumble

and

fall.

But still,

with fist full of shortcomings

 my love for you will stand tall.

In everyone of our love’s season

whatever the deep need of your demons

I vow to be your voice of reason.

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Wear your love for someone as though…it were the first day of school!

the Work of Happiness by May Sarton

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I thought of happiness, how it is woven
Out of the silence in the empty house each day
And how it is not sudden and it is not given
But is creation itself like the growth of a tree.
No one has seen it happen, but inside the bark
Another circle is growing in the expanding ring.
No one has heard the root go deeper in the dark,
But the tree is lifted by this inward work
And its plumes shine, and its leaves are glittering.
So happiness is woven out of the peace of hours
And strikes its roots deep in the house alone:
The old chest in the corner, cool waxed floors,
White curtains softly and continually blown
As the free air moves quietly about the room;
A shelf of books, a table, and the white-washed wall—
These are the dear familiar gods of home,
And here the work of faith can best be done,
The growing tree is green and musical.
For what is happiness but growth in peace,
The timeless sense of time when furniture
Has stood a life’s span in a single place,
And as the air moves, so the old dreams stir
The shining leaves of present happiness?
No one has heard thought or listened to a mind,
But where people have lived in inwardness
The air is charged with blessing and does bless;
Windows look out on mountains and the walls are kind.

Breathe

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Breathe…breathe in the air.

Don’t be afraid to care.

Leave…but do not leave me.

Look around and choose your own ground.

Long you live and high you will fly.

And, smiles you will give…

And, tears you will cry…

And, all you will touch…

And, all you will see…

Is all your life will ever be.

Run, Rabbit, run…

Dig that hole.

Forget the sun.

And, when at last the work is done.

Do not sit down.

It is time to dig another one!

For long you live…

And, high you will fly.

But only if you will ride the tide.

And, balanced on the biggest wave…

You race towards an early grave.

##Pink Floyd

 

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Sheltering Soldier

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How poetic is a provincial leaf?

Such as, a gentle morning’s kiss.

A brisk breeze will toss sheltering soldiers…to the ground.

Many are red, the rest are mostly, brown.

One by one by one they tumble.

A quilted tapestry erupts all around.

Such is the passing of a friend…

New life beginning.

As another season artfully ends.

 

 

Carry On

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Some days, no matter the physical, spiritual, mental, discomfort.  The best we can hope for is to…

CARRY ON!

We are shining stars
We are invincible
We are who we are
On our darkest day
When we’re miles away
So we’ll come, we will find our way home

…

Though I’ve never been through hell like that
I’ve closed enough windows to know you can never look back
If you’re lost and alone
Or you’re sinking like a stone
Carry on
May your past be the sound of your feet upon the ground
Carry on

Jeff Bhasker, Andrew Dost, Jack Antonoff, Nate Ruess