Musings

A Magical Place

I know a place where rainbows are.
Where dreams, colored by fairies,
Fill the hours of the night.

I can’t take you there.
You must find it for yourself.
You only need to believe.

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Musings

Saturday Nights

Saturday nights are different
Old and single, you know it.
Other nights of the week
You are content with the illusion
That nothing has changed,
But Saturday nights are different.

Your phone stopped ringing years ago.
You even stopped waiting for it.
Saturday nights are for couples.
You are only half a couple anymore,
And there is little room on a Saturday night,
For half a couple.

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Where The Popsicles Are-164

May 10th.

Birthdays count years.
They are the markers we use
To measure the time of our lives.

From the first to the last,
They tell the world a person was,
And how long they were.

It’s Joanie’s birthday today.
That day that marks her time
From the first to the last.

No calendar reminds me,
No notes remind me.
I just know.

Birthdays tell the world a person was,
But they don’t tell why a person mattered.
That’s a job for the people they touched.

Tonight, on your birthday,
I will be alone, but not totally.
I will have a Martini and remember, why you mattered.

Our feline friends will get treats,
They won’t know why, or wonder,
But I will tell them, “We’re having a birthday party.”

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Musings

The Rain

It’s raining tonight.
I hear every drop
As it hits my metal roof.

Night time is here,
The time when dreams come.
The time when rain makes them real.

Rain makes me remember things.
Rainy nights open the door,
To the memories of sunlit days.

Rainy nights open the door,
To memories of quiet nights,
Your warmth and your smile.

Rainy nights open the door,
To thoughts of what was,
Of love and what was lost.

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Musings

Roads

When we began,
There was no road map,
No star to guide us.

When we began,
There was but the two of us,
And roads to where we knew not where.

We had dreams,
Talked out over long lunches,
And evenings by the fire.

Some roads were clear,
With destinations sure.
Some were not.

From Cape Cod to San Francisco,
Watkins Glen to Minneapolis,
Were trips that all meant something.

On some we shared the joy of life,
On some, we shared our fears.
On others we just forged ahead, not knowing.

We traveled well together,
On those roads to where we knew not where,
When there was just the two of us,
And all the dreams we had to share.

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