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my ageless love

a harbor and a hill

a man with a net

whose smile for me

is as broad as the shore

such fond places in my mind

why, I go to still

as they feed incandescent ideas

of hearth and home

where a warm greeting to a

stranger says it all

the small shores of my wished for

memories

placate the lonely heart

that warms to gear itself up and

out of this flagging hole

that so many have come to see

as my life now

I don't live for tomorrow

but rather

long for a better understanding

of why today must be

as it is

stepping stones perhaps

a builder's block

I suppose

to better prepare me

for such yet revealed wonders

as that very same mentioned harbor

and hill

yet, oh I can't help but wonder

will the same marvelous man

be there

smiling at me still

the dream whispers

for me

oh, how I hope..........

(written Feb. 19, 2000 8pm)