In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,

Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.

Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,

Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up

Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.

Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.

Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the

Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon

Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,

It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,

At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,

When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without

If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most

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