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Shirley, I am ?,

more than the sum of this black, cold stone – believed.
Shirley, there is more to me than I have stated – perceived.
Surely I am more than that ? Shirley, I can be retrieved 
from these thoughts, these memories of, and finally be relieved

of the guilt’s, the regrets that for years, plagued my day
with all that was laid before me, what I let slip, silently away.
Thoughts of, memories, forgiveness is what I most pray
for all who, like you, my heart, my soul, my spirit did lay.

Clouds fill the skies, shadows fill the eyes, nothing more
is capable of slipping out of, or into my steeled door. 
All there is, walks, talks, sunsets caressing, kissing a sandy shore,
this is all that this old soul, this young fool, Mr. cool, looks for.

Shirley, you are able to see the gate, opening into my yard, 
and know, inside will grow, many an inadequate word this bard
will lay upon the page, trying to express, what comes so hard
to one who knows, a poet he is not but an infinitesimal shard

 of a holographic image projected across time for you to see,
to understand, beyond what it was, I was thought to be.
Shirley, some truths come to light, casting shadows of me
on the face of space, that might reveal the real deal, set us all free.

Shirley, digging into passing time’s, shifting sand,
with a crystal clear hour glass in one’s hand,
will ? -  be the test of my wasted time – stand
among the faded, veiled memories  of friends,

or will I ?, having reached out and touched the ends
of all, find there is no one left who defends
what is left of my life, left of y name,
to tell or to listen to the stories of my life’s game,

or will my life come to an end as it came ?
Does it really matter ?, Shirley, it will be the same 
as it has always been and will always be for me,
a vaporous image whispering past – nothing to see

of what once was, what I am, or could be
and so, off to the lands of our beginning – the sea,
where all ends up some day, to play and be free.
This one has rode the wild winds of chance,

from birth , to living life, to deaths solemn dance.
Somewhere ?, among these adventures, enjoyed some romance 
that offered love, passion – communion to enhance
my days, nights, dream filled, memories hoard
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