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Summers over – Sweet Princess You were the Helios, warm and bright throughout my summer days and night. You gave life, energy, yourself and light to our adventure, our journey and flight across this beautiful, vast land of ours, along with all those wonder filled hours – I perceived – reflected in your Autumn green eyes – Angelic, warm ?, on fire ?, passionate ?, - what lies ?, as hope, desire, dreams, broken wings, try and fly. I have often wondered what I am ?, what I mean ?, why ?, you bother – considering – with me, and I also wonder why I remain enclosed here, in fear of ?, and why I still want to be near ? I wonder my Dear, ?, what would be ?, if I’d disappear. My heart aches, my soul weeps, my spirit cries out loud – it seeks answers for all those moments – joyous – lost, that may have been nothing more then the cost for something that may have been nothing more then figments of my imagination – a dream that I am unable to unlock the door to, for your dreams, your creation have no room – indigent, disabled, old man, uneducated – in the light of your master plan. These lost moments come crashing in on my dreams, even crashing in on my waking hours, it seems. I see them now, on television screens, and in that place, deep within, where these scenes play out the beauty of passion, a hot embrace, a delicious kiss, a loving look in the One’s, eyes – these I truly miss, and see in every action, every reaction - between this world and the other, that remind me of everything- with you – I want to be, to experience, to develop beyond this place. I see you in every beautiful face. in every compassionate, passionate embrace then I get lost, lost in these momentary experiences of others – actors – as they carry my spirit, my desire to what could be. what might have been, if only all were free. I then ache for all that will never become, for you will never, ever. I see you face on every act of love, every act of passion, every longing look, every gift given to another – gifts I would love to bestow upon your soul – gifts you want, and from me – I believe – want not what I have to give. We both have to live the lives we choose and have no choice but to live. B. J. “A” 2 February 24th 2008
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