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Luna is her name.

17 May

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The sun sets behind her, Luna is her name, she commands life.

She sings with movement, sees with laughter, the sun rises in front of her.

Terra never knew her touch but feels her presents, the sky is her home, the clouds move, she is not done.

Mystery settles around her, minds expand, her skins tells her story.

Light is her product, truth owns hers, her glow case spells, love is under her.

She is the me in us and the goodness in them, lovely she is, the night is her stage and we watch.

She is wild but with low voice, she calls and Earth moves, Luna is her name.

She was there before us and promises to be there after, I saw her with new eyes and old men see she her still. She is a lady.

With falling stars as her company, she watches us, her light drives some mad, passion to others.

I’ve loved her and she never knew, my path I can see with her over me, she escorts me.

I’ll never touch her, but I can see her and Luna is her name.

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Fatherhood never known

21 Apr

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To see me outside me has been a pursuit of the “man” that encases this being.

To feel the hands that were like the hands this “man” once had is a daft longing that has made this “mans” life.

To hear the voice that this “man” used to praise nature and grandmother and tried to sing that beautiful song that could never be forgotten was this “mans” quest.

To smell the flesh as my flesh is brand new is this “mans” heartbeat.

To walk along side myself as I try talk walk beside me, I give my sanity and the very life giving blood that will never know how to walk beside me.

I hear me as me cry’s out in the looking for me and to know that I am not far away.

I will never be far away.

To be the strong hand in my life when life’s lessons are not learned and heeded, will be my task and I take that task with forethought and acknowledgement.

To send that little piece of me off when day breaks and hoping the Most High sees fit to bring that little piece of me back to me is what I will do.

To see sights from new eyes as my eyes have grown tried, makes the very light new again.

To feel the weight of me on my shoulders means nothing as I would take on the weight of the world, so that me can stand tall and beam reassured that we stand tall.

Wipe away tears that will surely come because this world is made out of such is what my hands were made for.

To teach me that we come from greatness and never let that be forgotten is my charge.

To be a light in the night that me can always see as ships have and rocks missed is what I was born into.

To advise and turn loose and hope that it was true is me.

To watch me grow to stand on my own to reach out and know that I am not alone, to know that stars shine and the moon is hung is for me to know that I am not alone.

To wonder what is out there and when will we go back is what I hand to you.

To never stop looking up, to never stop looking up, to never stop looking up, to never stop looking up, to never stop looking up is what you must do.

Know that this person the older you has never stopped looking up, has never stopped looking up, has never stopped looking up, has never stop looking up and will never stop looking to you to carry on.

When we reach for each other with knowing that our reach is not in vein, that is when I know I have become a father and the child has become mine.