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In another life
I would marry you
shortly after meeting
In this life
I'm wandering
re-learning how to live
"Just being happy"
with never seeing you again
There isn't a wand
to undo this heartbreak
the grisly taste left in your mouth
Death is bitter, yet
would have been better
than
this daily affliction
Peculiar and unfamiliar
feelings
of endless cold
spicy desires
never to be fulfilled
What a waste of feelings
I thank God for friends like you
Who live their lives in simple truth

They help a friend along the way
And count their blessings everyday

They found love is not in word but deed
And care enough to plant the seeds

That grow into a friendship deep
They live to grow and play to keep.

So don't let the years twist the truth
Just keep on being friends like you.
© 2025 Daniel Tucker

A poem from the living of my life.

Notes:
In honor of friends through the years who went above and beyond the call of duty.
 Feb 8 Lenora Mira
Maria
I’ll be waiting for you at dawn,
Where the night ends,
Where birds chirp in whisper
Like elves from fairylands.

I’ll wash my feet with cool dew
And I will be calmly awaiting,
Where pure thoughts are twisting with osiers
And creating dreams, fascinating.

I’ll be waiting for you at dawn.
Come some morning. I’m here,
Where dew is cool and all-pure
And our dreams are near.
 Feb 8 Lenora Mira
Kate
Time
 Feb 8 Lenora Mira
Kate
I don’t need your time.
I have you in my head, heart, and soul.
But if you have nothing better to do,
I would never mind your time.
“If only… in some other universe, we had every waking minute for one another.”
When you don’t want to disturb your busy loved-ones.
I wake up early
with this poem in my pocket
and the sound of the sea
my arms stretched out
across a crimson sky
the sun rise of
untouchable love
I catch my
invisible breath
I see you smile only
in my memory
the waves of emotion
are reaching out for a
soft place to land
as the wild flowers bloom
in an open field of a
thousand sleeping wishes
I miss what I
decided to destroy
when the spring wind screams
at this world of broken dreams
I search for level ground …
Clay.M

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