The air from earth to Moon
honey-gold with souls and angels;
our every breath, rich with their spirit;
...
How strange it seems, that old age follows youth!
when all the world seemed one's own, at that time,
with time enough to seek a higher truth -
who'd guess the stairs so steep, so slow to climb?
...
They never teach you this at school;
they'll try to teach you reading, writing, 'rithmetic
in their own instructed ways;
...
Love is life. Life is love.
Everything I understand,
I understand only because
I love.
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Embattled in that mud - and blood-red poppies;
flooded trenches holding 'them' at bay;
life or death a coin's flippant toss-up;
deafening shellfire near by night and day -
...
I'm thinking, Dad, that soon, maybe, we'll meet;
at least, that's how it seems from what I hear;
the info's not at all clear on this point:
like, where exactly; and what will I wear,
...
This rose - red, scented, rich, without price –
is it speaking to me?
I cannot hear what it says. And yet…
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Do you remember
that your first bike
with all its magic,
had a smell?
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Mr President,
You are all
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The sun's shining here,
hope it is with you;
the sort of day
I just might put on that new tie
...