Two decades and still
You're the Lighthouse
On the shore of my heart

Decades may turn into centuries
And you will still be the same Lighthouse
Spreading your rays into the walls
Of my heart

Centuries may turn into eternity
And you will be the Lighthouse
That forever shines
Into the hearts of those
Who will remember our story

You are the Lighthouse
I am the sea
And this is our story*.

I know you are good in assumptions
Your assessments are the best
Even the things only One would know
Because you are a fine judge
Who you think you are

But your judgment now is not
What matters at all

I will be,
Or I will not be,
When I die.
The logic goes.
More likely the latter,
But who knows?

The Bard was right:
A simple choice
Between
What is
And what isn’t.

Unless you take the Spiritual View
Or even
Reincarnation.

What might I come back as?
I have to ask.
A lion or an Ant?

Is everything a dream?
Or just some Godly idea
Of a Joke?

The Truth
We Seek.

Paul Butters

The scent of your remains
linger in my heartbeat
leaving stains on these
black walled veins


My one wish

A painted veil
flies in the moonlight
past the breaking of yesterday

Yesterday
My one wish

With your eyes
wrapped in starlight
I chip my nails on the
night

I thought I was good enough
To earn everyone’s love
I shared my life—
I offered my shoulders
I opened my arms
I listened to their pleas
I carried their loads
I gave everything in me
Everything
Until I find myself helpless
Weak and hopeless
Because there’s nothing left after all

I wept and felt all alone
But I was still wrong
I thought there’s no one left
But still there’s You
The One who stays
No matter what

When everybody walks away
You never leave me,
My Lord.

Listen as the moon cries in an evening sky, while I gather copper coins
for her song, rejected by the day, underneath this velvet night

Her tears gather

Everything  is the sun
His quiet shine through the universe.

Last planets in the system, so cold, feel no love from his rays yet,
growing from the moons sadness are lakes to become great oceans
bringing life to the lost...

and yet her tears still gather

How do I find her?
How shall I bind her, where the bars are not most important.
How shall I make our fortress, out of mortar? Or sticks?

How do I get her? I haven't met her, yet cringe on the search..
Maby a letter, this soul in UPS, packaged, sealed, hurt..
Maby become in spirit form to take her every view?

A clown I will searching for such one! Where art thou? The waves? The moon? The sun? What , tis this is not fun! Sneaky one you!!

Bags of rubies,an old time mule I've traveled many deserts,
For this brains overworked, no pay to be nostalgia, indulgent memorabilia!

Where's the one with the old Victorian dress, where flowers plan her guests, at the inviting all one all come wedding? I'm feeling damped and sweaty...

Where's her hair to waddle me as a child, where babies can roam a hundred miles, and still not get lost!!! For what's the cost? Oh man at the lovers gate!

No luminous mire to litigate, just blind head scratching and debate to whence I got lost! Rows of moss sell lies, and memorizing theory!!

Lucid I want to find one, as two children in the reciprocal playground, no rancor, no diverting of splurting in drone like manner!!

Just a simple banner I hold high reading......

Mi amour' gate # 9

I miss blue eyes that no longer weep

Walk through the house
Because I just can't sleep
I wear your old blue blouse
keeping your presence close

I cry for eyes that no longer weep

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