Fog rolls across the praire,
Damp mist in air,
Voices evoke a different place,
Other deep setteled memories,
Memories filled with faces,
Ghost from better times,
Echoing my mine ‘I love you!’
Is it an apparation?
Was my I love you the only words felt?
My thoughts lost in sound,
Too many to count,
Good fishing to be had here,
Birds know it,
Avians sing of it,
A squad of geese soar over me,
Cardnals melody fills my alcove,
Other song birds some view as irrelevant,
Like all humans Gay & Straight,
Those humanity hurt with ‘ they shouldn’t sing their voices make others cry!-
My baby sister voiced that to mom on evening in Ellens eighteenth year.
Words that stopped my beautiful moms voice rising in joy in her Luthean church until mom died.
Anything that give great joy should never be ‘STOPPED!’
Later today I will add a video sound track of a sampling of what greeted one gay poet earlier.