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"Weathered boards on the old dock
Sun trying to peak thru
The water like a sublime dream
Seagulls circle the boats
You were there with your humor
With your easy going smile
You loved to take people fishing

Soon I will go into memory
The waters will always laugh
Lakes, rivers and sea
Poetry of the tides
Campfires and moonlight
Old man and the sea
Get the net I gotta big one!

Your fishing boat in the dusk"

(by Joseph Narusiewicz)

"My butterfly friend
through the fluttering of whispers
I love to hear but one,

The calming butterfly
whispering in my ear
that is what I love to hear,

my butterfly friend
rises with my soul
he flutters through me,

Adding color
to the winter in me
he makes me feel i can fly,

slowly
I become free
everything is colorful through his eyes."

( by Colleen Delaney )

Someday, Perhaps

"It begins long before the first frost -
Somewhere between memory and reality.
It touches us with compassion
and whispers to us of hope.
It tiptoes into our hearts with elation
and opens our souls to faith.

Its name is Christmas and we have yet to learn
How to keep it close for more than
this one brief, shining moment.
Someday, perhaps...with love."
(by Judith A. Lindberg)

"In the summer
I stretch out on the shore
And think of you
Had I told the sea
What I felt for you,
It would have left its shores,
Its shells,
Its fish,
And followed me. "
(by Nizar Qabbani)

"Said the straight man to the late man
Where have you been
I've been here and I've been there
And I've been in between.

I talk to the wind
My words are all carried away
I talk to the wind
The wind does not hear
The wind cannot hear.

Im on the outside looking inside
What do I see
Much confusion, disillusion
All around me.

I talk to the wind
My words are all carried away
I talk to the wind
The wind does not hear
The wind cannot hear.

You don't possess me
Don't impress me
Just upset my mind
Can't instruct me or conduct me
Just use up my time.

I talk to the wind
My words are all carried away
I talk to the wind
The wind does not hear
The wind cannot hear..."
(by King Crimson)