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"the whirlwind of life sporadically sends odd and strange things flying through the tunnel of time"

crimson cardinal crouches inside cedar boughs raindrops miss his face

He doesn't have the soul of a poet. Words just do not flow. A man 10 x solid...stoic. Not one to put on a show. He keeps his deep love quashed. Wrapped up tight within his being. Enamoured. He gets clogged in the unveiling. Thwarted by expression divine. It's true I know I feel it escaping at odd times. In the brush of his hand, the pass of a glass, sometimes fleeting, in the lock of our eyes. He doesn't have the soul of a poet. But I still hear his eloquent words unspoken. Meaning soulfully...

Luna's Night Aurora Sky hoists the sleeping sun up. Buttercup Sun yawns and spreads her long warm arms reaching past dawn pink grasping at the blue. Rubbing her eyes she changes the hue. Saffron Sun gets busy and smiles grandly lavishing all who come near. Pumpkin Sun finally tires. Growing heavy, dipping down arms embracing the ground. Sleepily she summons the moon. Oh Surrogate Moon! fair thee well.. I bid you sweet adieu! Silver Dollar Moon rises like a magic man's muse. Lovely Luna gather...

O.K. so I fail to see Eyes magnified the way it must be Even if I open wide it just ain't in me to see clearly. Do I send out curses to the One who made me? I dare not. Is there any sense in blaming when your parts are wearing out? So I look thru coke bottle lenses to picture my world otherwise blatantly skewed & swirled. Maybe it's an oversight? a flaw in design? Pleeze I have an adversion to things I can't find like my glasses. "Oh they're stuck in your shirt or hanging round your head or o...