Tuesday, June 27, 2017

Poem for her 214

Dear Readers,



On Top of The Weather


The old saying goes under the....
But we should always be there
In the top spots of the weather
Floating by on a slice of
Wonder bread fried in seasoned butter
Then cut to be placed next to
Sunny side up eggs
This Morning's plate full
Of berries and cherries and
Oranges sliced with a juggled
Wake up call and then the doctor's
Visit and the Lemons for
Lemonaide and some sugar
Sweet sweet sugar in
Lip balm


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Monday, June 26, 2017

Poem for her 213

Dear Readers,



Relaxing by Voice


Practice that we do in the morning dew
Feet in the wet grasses and clovers
Slow step dance that is made up
As we step there together slowly

The beige bunny rabbit hopped near by
She sat there nibbling on a grass blade
I pointed her fur out to the Babe in my hands
She smiled at me and commented something

I told her a story about dew bunnies
And invisible elephants jumping on the couch
And things that dust motes talk about
Then I turned her once round and Kissed Her.


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Sunday, June 25, 2017

Poem for her 212

Dear Readers,



The red line and Blue patch


The lines that slide themselves
Slowly along your day
And lay softly
On the pillow like a flower

The patch of clothe
Blue and navy and of a soft hue
That fills the flowers petals
With scent of wonderment

The touch of the towel as soft
And white and bright
Color spray
All over drawn slow

The hand that paints
The skin with sheet of paper neat
Serves the stem
To flower and repeats


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Saturday, June 24, 2017

Poem for her 211

Dear Readers,


Pecan Sandies


Yes the cookie was in her hand
But I had handed it to her
She was about to eat it
She looked at me
Offering me a bite
I shook my head and
Kept filming her
She giggled a bit
Like she does when I film her
The cookie was good
It did not try to run away
It was good
It tasted her tongue too



Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Friday, June 23, 2017

Poem for her 210

Dear Readers,



Pony Express

No we didn't slip back to those times just yet
But it sometimes feels that way when
...letters take a few days to send
...Phones don't work in the odd regions
...Snowed in and the power is out so
...we send out smoke signals lost in the wind
...we sit on a porch swing and chat with irises
...they tell us of a time before the pony express
...when people carried them on ships over oceans
...and they lived in soft downy sacks
...and now shine in the afternoon light
...telling us about the story
...before the pony express
...we sit and wonder how it could be that the
...Flowers know so much
...then wink at each other and hold hands
...thinking of new stories to tell
...her grandkids about next time we see them
...stories of the green can of paint
...the table cloth
...and the slow days of hard to get email
...days only form from the slow ticks of the sun dial


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Thursday, June 22, 2017

Poem for her 209

Dear Readers,



The trees in the yard


There is this big pine tree I planted
It stands there and as she stood next to it
I took her picture, more than once
I also snuck in a video or two
She knows me by now I just love
Getting her to smile and giggle on camera
The tree is so large now some 40 years
After I planted it and it was a few years old
The other trees in the yard make good photos
Always with her in there near them
Why just have a photo of a tree
When I can get her picture in there too
I am sure she won't want to share
But she lets me take them
And take them I do


Happy Birthday Babe

Charles

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Poem for her 208

Dear Readers,



The Porch Swing


There were several in the history of our lives
The one out back by the pool at my brother's place
The one by her dad's place
The one at the city house facing the gardens and all
The one on the front porch of the cabin in the woods

All of them had one thing in common

We sat on them a time or two and held hands
We might even have kissed the day away there too
It was always a nice place to be a porch swing
Sitting there talking the time away as the
Clouds drift past and the birds chirp

Her there in my arms and softly dozing at times
Fingers laced and hands as one bound for always and forever


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Monday, June 19, 2017

Poem for her 207

Dear Readers,



She Giggles


When I say something about the eggs on the plate
When I mention it isn't on camera but video record
She sees me walk around the tree with her in the viewfinder
...she makes to hide her face but giggles too

When I find that one spot on her knee that when
...Licked she will flinch a bit then giggle

When the sunshine hits her face and she sees
...That I have in hand something to give her

When I put the sliced fruit in her mouth and
...juice flows down her chin and the napkin
...tickles her as she chews

When I softly blow her a kiss as she is
...driving down the road and I watch her
...from the passenger seat and snap her picture

When I tell her a funny event like this
...poem about her giggling on camera
...and how I am writing this as she is smiling at me


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Sunday, June 18, 2017

Poem for her 206

Dear Readers,



Hugs


Hugs her from a car door
Hugs her from the edge of time
...as the clock stands still with a kiss

Hugs her now and then some more
...again the next time I come in contact
...with her skin as she walks through
...yonder doorway from forever

Hugs her softly in the moonlight
...from the faded shadows of the
...side yard of the city house
...under the dogwood tree

Hugs her in a poem that she sees
...on the napkin I wrote it's lines
...to bring the wow back to memory
...of the kiss inside her ankle bare

Hugs her in the sunshine in a time
...of snow and clouds and her
...wearing a dark coat warm but
...hands shaking at the thought
...of hands touching for the first
...time and then smiles as they do

Hugs her long into the night
...as bodies drift in and out
...of sleep and whispers of the
...walks we did the day before
...we lay down for a long sleep
...cuddled in each other's arms

Hugs her long into the ages ahead
...always a bit longer than forever
...and a day longer than always


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Saturday, June 17, 2017

Poem for her 205

Dear Readers,




Her ankles


Swirl as we are talking about something
Get touched as she is resting on the couch
She'd hurt one of them once a while back
So extra care I give them, to make them
...feel good as they relax in my hands
Have fine lines of alabaster and smoothness
I like to rub them long into the afternoon
Keeping them free from soreness
Kiss them softly and even touch them
With my tongue on the inner joint
She says it sends a lightening surge
To her spine, as if I have found the nerves
That need the care to stay safe
Her ankles in the shoes as she is
Coming home from a walk slowly touched
And massaged the dust washed off with
...soft moist clothe and lotion on them
Her ankles cared for the ages to come


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 204

Dear Readers,



Napping the afternoon away


Be it cold and covered in blanket and fire going
Or hot out and the over head fan stirring the air
Her arms around me and mine around hers in sleep
Is something like what we want to have napping

Days like this when we both went to bed late
But got up early and just want to nap the day away
That we have time to think how we would spend it
If the day were not pressed full of things

Slide the food pans off the stove and stop
Get out a book to read and start slow
Cuddle on the couch or pile of pillows
Just the two of us and the afternoon sun falling

Napping the day away just the two of us
Cuddled in snug and talking in soft whispers
Then drifting off to gentle slumber breezes
No thoughts of what has to be done, just sleep

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Friday, June 16, 2017

Poem for her 203

Dear Readers,



Back to Drawing


Her bare arm was my canvas
I was feather light with edge of finger nail
Drawing things there
Never long letters or poems
But things she could see
As my fingers touched her

Drawing her skin under my hand
Touching her soft and slow
Telling her the story line as
Line by line I draw it out
Slowly and softly skin edge deep

"I want more touch like that"
She said just now in a conversation
As my hand slowly traces flowers
And tree branches over her skin
First starting at her ankle
Then toward her toes
Soft feather like touches

Then off to the back and the paints
They are not paint paint
Just different sized brushes
Slowly drawing on her skin
Switching on nerve endings
Then slowly tracing them again

Drawing softly on a canvas
Calling her attention to
Letters of a poem
Written on her back over
An afternoon and told by candle light


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Thursday, June 15, 2017

Poem for her 202

Dear Readers,




Summer Car Rides


She was sitting in the passenger seat
Her smile there as her feet on the ground
Tells me she was ready for that walk
I just zoom in close to her and say
Oh Hey I just noticed those
As my hand closes in on her shirt
There are some yarn things there
Right at the front of the shoulder
I see them for the first time
We'd been filming all morning
For the first time that day
There on red and white stripes
There on her shoulder
As If I wasn't close all day
To her face and all
I see for the first time
In a new light
Those little stitches
I zoom in close and
The camera hears me say
Oh wow babe

So later that day we go on a car ride
Summer, it is hot and the air is flowing
And she is singing some tune
I don't hear words
But I know she loves the song
As she has learned the tune
There she is
Grey on
Soft to my touch
I pull at the upper edges of it
Tell her what I think
She smiles
I tell her of things
And she smiles and sings on
The words flowing this time
And the words lost to the
Sound of the road
The Grey on
Fingers slipped inside
To touch skin
Then we both smile


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Poem for her 201

Dear Readers,



The Table Top



She knows that the table top has a Green cover
She knows that it is Round She knows
Things
I told her things about it this afternoon
Though I just had her think about them
The Standing on it by us to dance
Hasn't yet happened
But there we are
Dancing on the top of a table
In the Cabin in the woods
There we are
Kissing on the porch
There we are
Looking at the Table in the conversation
Just over with seconds before I put pen to paper
Just now the notes of other things
She wrote and off to see
About cats to care for
The table top is there
And she is thinking of it
And I am telling her about it
And you all are reading about it
But the Table top is
Simple
Ordered
Just a green cover
Just there
Kissed by the sunbeam
She hears
Me say


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

Poem for her 200

Dear Readers,



Her Voice


Hearing it for the first time
That day long ago when I said Hi
She said those words to me
God only knew I was needing to hear
Her voice says them a lot more
Within other things she says
Then in the last conversation
Her voice soft as a whisper
Telling me things only I hear
Her voice softly in my ear
Hearing it for the first time
Every day I see her brand spanking new
Her voice always new to me
Saying those words to me


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Monday, June 12, 2017

Poem for her 199

Dear Readers,


And days shifted


When we were in the cabin together
When we were first on the phone
Days shifted and time slipped by unheeded
We fell into a heartbeat not our own
Slowness and calm and so peaceful
When the sound of a clock striking the hour
Just now finished wasn't it just now the last
We lost track of time unneeded and gone
We can't tell you how long it's been
Since we kissed but it seems like forever
But we talked just seconds ago
Time is not needed when she is in the room
It slips by sunbeam by sunbeam and goes to sleep
I can't tell you the time it is now
But I know she is here holding my hand


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Sunday, June 11, 2017

Poem for her 198

Dear Readers,


Her Touch too,


She sits there hands laced in my hands
...I can't think of anything to say
...my mind is off in another world
...where only she is and I am
...where the cares of the other
...world outside the two of us isn't
...anything to worry about.

She touches my shoulder while we slow dance
...and we invent dance steps that just
...are things that we made up today
...there isn't even any music playing
...just her hands on my shoulder and
...my eyes looking at her.

She touches my shoulder in that spot
...That itched just a while ago and I
...directed her to it and now
...all I want to have is her there
...touching me till the sun sets and
...the moon rises and the stars blink out.

She smiles at me as she cuts the toast
...her voice is playful telling me
...I should eat the breakfast I just made
...and put the video camera away and
...get some food in me as she forks the
...toast and egg and other things
...up to my lips and smiles as
...on the video you hear me chewing
...and her giggling about it all.

She stands there and the cape is on and
...she touches me and tells me that she
...wants to hold me close and kiss me long
...she dances a few steps and turns
...she pulls me close to her frame and
...she touches me with lips and fingers
...and I melt one more time
...And I melt one more time.


Happy Birthday Babe,


Charles.

Saturday, June 10, 2017

Poem for her 197

Dear Readers,


Her Touch

She loved me first
She loved me from so long ago
That the second time we touched
The time before was longer ago
Than we had been alive

She makes my hands melt into hers
My heart is stopped when she is there
In the same vast store with me
If she looks my way the
Feel of electricity is soft but intense
When she says hello I sigh

When she calls my name
Drawing me from the other room
My heart stops and her smile
Starts it up again
Slowly filling with her

Her touch is my slice of Heaven for the minute
My days would be empty without her touch
Filling my belly with the food I crave
The thought of food from a plate gone
I sit there eating in her gaze

Her touch holds me long after
She has left the room
But all I want is it again
As I roll over in my mind
I need her like breath

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Friday, June 09, 2017

Poem for her 196

Dear Readers,


Morning in a Cabin


Something causes her to stir
Maybe me as I have been awake for a bit
But was as relaxed as possible
The morning breath of long night
Slides the hands over shoulder
Her voice is softly whisper
The sound is of her with a headache
So I suggest a hot tea and
Go and get it

The Tea comes on a tray and
Out comes the stand to sit it on
The tea has beside it an egg
Over easy on an english muffin
Lightly buttered with spoonful of
Homemade jam

There is a smile on her face
Even though the morning headache is
Still there lurking at the edge
The head ache might not go away
But I'll take care to keep her warm
Or cool as the day may be
Massage her neck and shoulders

Light the lamps only when the daylight fades
And keep her resting till the headache drifts
Away to other places that headache go
Waves to Pillow and the Sweet Nothings
Reading this thought
Sings her a soft tune of something
We'd played last night

Slides the movie back in it's case
And puts away the art project
Till a Later day
Video scrapbook and poems by voice
Off to Restful land we go
Cuddle the headache away

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Thursday, June 08, 2017

Poem for her 195

Dear Readers,


Walk through History


Slide over here babe let me tell you a story
The day was calm and the sun shining and your
Ankles were being held by me as I massaged them
You were relaxed then the story started
And a walk through history
The ice cold pop that I was licking on
Dripping flaming feathers to the ground
And the wide open passageway was there to see
The sun light hidden now with trees
I heard the fast breathing of an engine
Turned to full tilt as I pondered with words
How best to tell you the story
Of the build up and the flourish
And of the very intense climatic ending
But this was a walk through history
Of stories to come in a future telling.


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Tuesday, June 06, 2017

Poem for her 194

Dear Readers,




Cabin fever 101


We might get it,
But it wouldn't be like others
It would be the fever pitch of
Chocolate making
Egg dish perfections
Drawings and talks

If we got it, the internet was down
The storms had come and snowed us in
For so long that the walks were
Not happening and something else dire
The firewood had run out

Cabin Fever 102

The day the tree fell in the woods
It landed on it's side
Then it slowly rotted in place
Then years later we found it
Then we started collecting the moss
And lichens off it

The cabin looks neat and suddenly
The moss is taking over
Then the fever would kick in
And out the side door the samples
Would go and back to neat uncluttered
Cabin walls and floor and other.


Cabin Fever 103

Here is private information
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
the lines would go on for 20 solid pages and
You all would get tired of just seeing the
three ... dots there, and claim I hadn't anything
there to write about
But she'd smile and say
No,
yes,
Oh my golly
and there would be giggling and laughing
Heard in a cabin in the woods.



Happy Birthday Babe,

(no I never did lay down)

Charles.

Poem for her 193

Dear Readers,



Wow!



There I was typing full on with out the ability to see
There I was blind in the night and my eyes dry and crusty
There I was reaching my full capacity and about to
Hit the wall of my full on tired that I could not
Even say goodby and just closed the laptop and left
The people that were there reading my words were a
Few people that liked to listen to what I was saying
But my batteries had run full on out of juice
I was unable to type and just mad key hit nonsense
And ended with the Line: I have hit the wall
I just closed the laptop and got up
Then it happened just like ^ right there WOW!
She called me
I was filled to my capacity of her Spirit
She Filled My Void
I was and am and Always and Forever will be

Soul of Soul

She is my fill up battery charger
I can only tell you other readers what it is like
But my words do not in totality express what
Our HOME is like

Living in the Foyer of Heaven has finally
Gained the fullness of Meaning to her and I.


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Monday, June 05, 2017

Poem for her 192

Dear Readers,



Frustrated kissed Summer Pies


She was having one of those days
Frustrations streaming harsh and loud
It was raining after all
But there was other things besides the rain
There was the construction out back
The large difficult puzzles in the game she played
The screaming sounds in her head were
Over topping all her controls
The body was vibration and shaking
The hand soothed her to a stand still
Even though seconds before the future was just
Just going to be filled with things
Things that make the best
Sing in good operas and toast the town
The storm clouds with speedy winds blew
Raging against the sheet music in her hand
Did it have to be this way she asked
It was the small voice of the band leader
The one directing the music
That said softly


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 191

Dear Readers,



Clocks talk


The time was just slightly off
The feel was just wrong
The wall one intoned that other number
The microwave had a different number
And the one of the stove so far out of round
I just had to fix them all
But then the time what was the time
There it was on the phone
Via a time number
The dialed number ingrained in my head
Since I first got here to this new Place
No not this house but this state of awareness
I was a kid still in all the ways they say
But I was not a kid I acted More
I was more than just a kid
I was a Big Brother, First of the pair
I was a big kid as they said all those years ago
I was husky, or fat or just not standing up
Straight, Stand up straight my mom intoned
My dad didn't say that part, he handed me
The broken pile of the clock parts and said
Think we can fix it, or to a more correct line
I'd see him with the pile and sit down and just
Help him sort the bits out and fit the piles
Till the table had several totally fixed things
And ordered piles of other things and both
Us smiling and talking about something.
The clocks were are my zero Hour's minute
52 after the hour of 3 am just there sorta not
Though one of them was when I walked into the
Awareness slice of time just turning over to
That number and I said the thought
Happy Birthday to you Charles
But it is not my birthday just a number
52 weeks in the year, but not right or correct as
The weeks are even but hanging over days
52 cards in the deck but a set of other cards
Jokers and fluff and adverts and handy rules
The time on the 3 clock and my cellphone
All read the same at least sorta kinda
As you can't get them all into a sync
The sink in the kitchen has dishes in it
The dishwasher is filling with dirty ones too
But that is not the point I am not in Sink
Nor am I in sync with the clocks on the walls
I have lots of them they all read slightly off
From the ones on the wherever they just
Slightly aren't all rounded out to an even
52 minutes after Midnight but how many seconds
I want seconds dad I want seconds of time
I want a second chance I want just a bare
Second of your time to let you read some lines
Hi there dear readers, You thought today was
About her did you? Well you are correct but not
It is all about her, this whole line on line
Is about her as I was awake thinking of her
Was dreaming of her, was aware that if I was
Awake so was she, even though right this second
I can not know for sure if she is or not
As well I am aware in the being that she is
Aware in her being that I am here and she there
But is she literally awake right this ... second?
Only God knows that and later she will juggle the
Time stamp of the post with her time zone, well
The clocks talked at a time, it was 3:51 not
52 minutes after that the time number said it was
But I learned of that number in 1977 when
My dad was going to retire from the Air Force
I had been all over the world
I was vastly aware of things far and wide
I am me, always awake like more than most
I am having a fun day with Her
I am with her in my soul down to the Quantum
I and her linked in ways only the Heavenly host
The Holy Spirit says I can do that Ask me, Pick me
I can do that, nothing you have to ask is impossible
I The Holy Spirit am given to you for the
Peace of Christ that Passes all understanding
For our hearts and minds to the wide world
This I Charles Edward Owens Jr, give you all
This Monday the 5th of forever the Peace of Christ
And to those that read here because of Her
I give this to you most times we talk
And to Her I give that and all of me too.


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Sunday, June 04, 2017

Poem for her 190

Dear Readers,


Glasses and Glasses and Glasses


The glasses of our picnic set are wrapped up
The glasses that she wears to read by
...work for me too and I think I need them now
The glasses that she cleans might not be the
...above two but a wonky wonky window pane
The glasses that seem to be all around us
...Aren't ours but the eye shop says that they
...could be ours for a small fee, here take
...these glasses to read the fine print
The glasses in the bar we are at are dirty
...and some clean and we are glad that we
...don't have to wash them all because
...we'd both have to get them spotless
...Even getting out our glasses to check again
The Glasses I want right now sit on her face
...They won't for very long as I want to ease them
...Off her face and blink a bit and just
...pull her face to mine and watch her close
...her eyes and see me kiss her with my
...Lips over and over again, the story line
...Goes on for weeks and then the kiss ends
...just as it began years later but here
...and there and everywhere always in a process
...Of glasses and glasses and glasses and
...forever locked to each other's orbit
...kissing as bee to flower


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Penny Arrive

Dear Readers,


Story time........


..................


Penny arrive and the office is filled to the brim and the front door streams open and then there is a Yell and then in the center of the office Floor there is a huge black object.

It is not of any general size Just big and tall and moving.

Then it moves a bit less and then the fluttering calms down then the wings appear to stream away and the things you see are black with various shapes and sometimes glowing dots where maybe there is eyes shining maybe you don't want to know what all you are seeing.

Then after a bit the object there moves some more and you see the tall figure lift a cowl of the a cape over the head. His hair is long brown and grey and curly and his eyes are odd. He looks like and then he doesn't seem to have eyes then you realize it is only the glasses that you saw.

Nothing much is heard in the room but for the motions of wings and voices softly saying things you can not understand as words, but if you were there you'd know they were words.

Then the throng of female figures parts and in walks a young man

..................

I will get back to the scene is a while, just thought I'd open a thought up again


Have the Peace of Christ,

Charles.

Saturday, June 03, 2017

Poem for her 189

Dear Readers,



There she was.



There she was in the parking lot in a car
When I got out of the Office.

There she was in the parking lot out of
The car and standing in a slate coat.

There she was in the bright sunshine
Sitting on the couch smiling softly.

There she was standing in a market place
Hands folded and aware of me.

There she was standing there and talking
The painted nails a brand new shade.

There she was Sitting in the seat of the van
The film rolling as I notice the Threads.

There she was and then there she is
And then the sliding of my hand
Over the sounds of her soft
I love you.


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 188

Dear Readers


Aka this is a note to do this.


Read Poem for her 187

again and again and again

You might have missed that SHE is the best that ever has been
In a human female.

I have never known anyone more prefect for me than her

I will never desire anything but her

Oh I do know that I have a HOME in Jesus' hands.

But while living and breathing down in the world we call
earth and all this stuff right here, She is HOME for me.

HOME

HOME

HOME



Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 187

Dear Readers,


A K A



The series title of the poems I started sending to her at first
The Also Known As in a world of a bunch of friends we know
Where the secret is that we are Billionaires and rule the world
The world so vast and expansive that the universe is only a part
The Real world looks into the Pond and the Cabin and only sees
A Slice of the Heavenly Host of the Nations and Peoples of
Also Known As the best that there ever has been and will ever be
She is the One slice of My Heaven that I can not control
As If I could control My Own personal slice of reality or anything
But if I could have made the prefect person for me
It'd be a pale likeness of the Person she is
It'd have less to see, less to love and less to give me
But God has the plans all finished in Heaven, Literally the End Is Happened.
God is Not like we are, Heaven is not like we think it is
The reality of our day to day is that God is looking at Us Finished.
We are only seeing the here and the this slice of the Heavenly.
We are in partial Light, Like she was when I turned off the Light
And opened the Curtain and Said how bright it was and she was
There in that Shirt and Those things that she knows happened
Those words are on her mind as she reads these lines and other things too
But Babe remember that you are the best that has ever been
I can only get one better than you, And He, That is Christ is always.
The forever that I talk to you about and Always tell you about is
The Slice of HeaVeN that You are and That you Know you are and that
If I could get better, my body would be in the grass and the birds
Pecking at the dust of the flower minerals watering the lawns
And you'd be there with me Walking Hand in Hand with Jesus
There is only one better than you and it is not for me to say when
The Heavenly Kingdom slides into the arena and takes these hands off
The page of my writings But I know that you and I are in the pond
At the cabin in the woods Doing that Beach ball thing of posts ago.
And as you heard my whispers last night, I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love u 8a8e.


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Friday, June 02, 2017

Poem for her 186

Dear Readers,



When she smiles.

It could be for many reasons
The joke made the lines dance
The thought she had was ......


Shhhhh ishhed by me

Then the lines read this as I said them

The Pond was filled and in it lived...


And then I told her a story that
Perhaps I will share with you all later

But not yet now here on this post

Shished her and then there was a line in
A video I said, Which I just heard and watched
And Thought about and Discovered again

The book was read cover to cover 20 times
And The thoughts in it thought to be known
Then one day On the 21st Reading
Some one saw the same line as before
Only with a new layer of understanding
Than before. The first time she walked into the doorway
Was the last time she walked into the doorway
The only time she walked through the doorway and
The continuing times she walked through the doorway
As she smiles all the time
As she always walks through the doorway
As she is in Brand Spanking new day

She is always smiling when she thinks of me
When those who look at her only see a frown
On the inside she is smiling and thinking of me
Why would I know all this?

I do , Just know dear readers that I do
And Know that She and I, Are always and forever
Brand spanking new every second of the day

And Happy that we are this way
Though at times we'd want something slightly
More and never less, but the slices of Heaven we Live in
Are fun filled with the Pond
And the two fish
And the
Aquamarine glasses



Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.