Dedicated to Daniel in December One day cloudy gray Next day sunny bright Dismal night then pale moon light Changing moods like phasing moons Am I wrong or right? Contrasting views leaving no clues Why the blues when everything was right? I’m a sight, cried all night Do you care? Shall I dare To keep dreaming or give up the fight? Your extravagant state, elate Then perpetuate, my confusion Delusion and ultimate confusion Is there an end, or a clue to send To bring some conclusion? Tell me soon, my sun-moon Is my doom in the waiting Anticipating and contemplating Hoping against hope, starting to mope. My Love is constant but yours fluctuating. TAKE TIME TO NOTICE The sun comes up along the shore There Isn’t a doubt that there’ll be no more Nobody notices Nobody cares It’s just another sunrise Nobody stares, What if this was the yery last one We'd cherish it and savor it till day is done. The sun goes down along the mount The stars spread out like drops from a fountain Nobody notices the moon half or whole Nobody looks at the sky black as coal It’s just another night may it be warm or cold Savor every moment, is this what we're told? Take time to see the sunrise Take time to see it set For if you wait too long there'll be to much to regret. CREATIVE Love ya later, POEMS Something we take for grante something we don’t see ticking away the seconds until we are set free Time is here, time is there in doorways, where the soul can escape fear Something we don't touch tangible it is not wishes are to keep because time is keeping us. A timebomb ticks as a clock runs down war machines turn under a huge mushroom cloud Where are you going what are you to do time has run out on which road are you. SENSE TO HEAR by Daniel Hued Oh! How I enjoy my sense to hear all the wonderful sounds that nature gives to us. The songs of the nightingale that lulls me to sleep each i The question of the owl which flies in the air like a wisper. The fierce yet gentle wind that blows beyond my window 1 But what happens when my sense to hear fails me and there is only silence? How can I enjoy life's most tender songs if my most precious gift is lost? Now I will mever ever be able to hear the crying of my own flesh and blood that I now hold in my arms. TIME night pane.
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