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The evening sun sets the sky ablaze. It peeks between the trees and speckles the ground with shifting patches of orange light. The forest ebbs and flows with the swaying of the trees.

Bluejay swims in with a cool gust, searching for a place to rest for the night. He comes to a clearing with a shimmering lake, where silver fish soar among the stars that wink at their reflection in the sky.

On the far side of the lake stands the lonely Willow. Her verdant hair dances in the breeze and beckons to Bluejay. He happily flits down to perch on one of her twisted branches. The moon smiles upon them, and provides a gentle, comforting glow as they drift off into sweet slumber together.

Standing at the top of a waterfall,
I swan-dive off the edge
with no fear of death.
So long as you hold my heart,
I need not fear a thing,
for I will never truly die.

Gazing out over the turbulent waters that surround
me for miles, I see nothing but the blue sky above and
its reflection below. I drift along in heart-wrenching
solitude as the water gently laps at my boat. My only
comfort resides in the memories I hold dear, though
they are fading from my mind.
As I look towards the horizon, the sinking sun sets
fire to the ominous storm clouds that come ever closer.
When night falls, the rain falls with it as the icy gales
quickly launch the sea into a torrential churning of its
darkened waters.
Clinging to what little hope I still have for survival,
I steel my mind in anticipation of the trials ahead. I
hold on for dear life, while the swelling and fading of
the sea takes control of my boat. Minutes pass like
hours, but still I hold on.
After an unperceivable length of time, the storm
subsides. The clouds dissipate to let rays of sunlight
shine through and bathe me in their warmth. Although
what I seek is still somewhere in the distance, my hope
has been restored. I have not yet failed, for my journey
has just begun...

Lying in bed at the day's final hour, I am troubled by the solitude in which I once found comfort. The sense of security that I once felt has dissipated to reveal a desperation unlike any other.
As I close my eyes, I await sweet slumber and the freedom it brings from the troubled life I live. My consciousness fades and my heart takes flight, painting a beautiful scene of romance.
Relaxing under an old oak tree, I look to my soul mate lying next to me and take her hand in mine. We gaze into each other's eyes, conveying the unspoken desire within our hearts.
I look to the sky and can't help but notice the growing light from the afternoon sun, forcing me to turn away.
I am awakened by the morning light pouring through my window. It is then that I find myself lying in bed, staring at the empty space beside me once again.

The season is upon us now
With upcoming Fall.
White Tail will run
And ducks and geese fall.
Men will hide on limbs
suspended in the air,
Watching turkeys pass
With cold ,blank stares.
Then the ice will freeze.
And out will come the sticks,
The ones with orange flags.
While wives pack their lunches,
In quart size plastic bags
to cook on blazing fires
Lit along the shore
That cooks the fish and meat
While warming hands and feet
All huddle close, as. temperatures drop
And all become as one with only one thought,
"We are Berkshire men
We will never change
Never in a thought, word or age,

I watch the fire burn, he the flame all aglow,
Yet I still sit and wonder cause
I really need to know,
Are they coming back"?
The words paw the air.
And I just sit and wonder
While the flame burns the air.
I think of times past
And things we all enjoyed
The laughter and the love
What we did to fill the void.
We listened to the timber wolf
His crying,lonely howl.
And listened to the mice
As they ran,evading Owl.
I think of all of you
And this is what I know
If I see you again
I'll never let you go!

Youth is wasted on the young,
they treat it like some foul smelling dung.
Instead of embracing their moment in time,
they play computer games, it's such a crime.

Back in my youth, we would be out all day,
cycling, climbing, among the fray.
Playing games, usually with a ball,
cricket, soccer, we played them all.

But nowadays it's on a screen,
shut up in rooms, and never seen.
No sunshine, upon their faces,
never exploring, exciting places.

In my day, life was real,
action games, seeking the thrill.
Falling out of trees, and grazing knees,
life in my day was one big wheeze.

There was a man from Rosmuc
Atop a giant cliff ready to leap
And fly away ,landing in death
In Galway Bay

He saw her at play that gruesome day
She was flailing her arms
A though slapping the wind
And he was never to see her again,

she was trying to stop him from making the jump
But his guilt for desertion overtook his emotions
And he leapt to his death with no hesitation.

She made her way to the bottom of the cliff
Where he lay so cold and oh so stiff
":Oh daddy don't you know it was okay to go
You wanted your home so lost without it
And now you found it.
Rest easy in your land father,
And I will remember too for when
I go to sleep I will sleep in our land
right next to you

With each step, I hear naught but wind
Blowing over land.
This world of evergreen and brown
Laying under hand.

Every step, a silent step,
A carnal world of lore.
Under foot the bones of Earth
The Humans haven’t torn.

I feel the wind of Mother’s lungs,
The whispers of the world,
A world of shadows evergreen,
A map to God unfurled.

This place without the shadowed grave
Without Death or Vice.

I thank the world for garden fare,
A world without the time.
To be one with Earth, the mighty bones,
What finally is mine.

I just read your e-mails. I respect you Devon, and I respect your decision. You asked for forgiveness. Darling of course I forgive you, I love you, and that will never change. You say you must release me, fine. But do so with the knowledge that sometimes when you put an unfinished book down for a time, when you pick it back up you can start in again without having to reread the previous chapters. What I'm saying is, for me, personally, this isn't truly the end of us, or at least it doesn't have to be. Perhaps right now in this time of our lives, things have shifted and the fire has cooled. But raging infernos have been started from tiny embers long after it was thought that the fire was completely dead. Baby if you want me out of your life, I have to respect that. However, I would never want for us to completely cut all ties, as I still haven't completely given up hope. I dunno if any of this makes sense. Look long story short, I love you, and I always will, no matter what. Truth.