Howard Johnson

I am standing at your funeral
Ready to say good bye

I am standing here
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The place like twilight
Parting between sleep and thought
Not quite across the threshold of unconsciousness
In its door way
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Her fingers long and slender
As to the rest of her
Wonder how such frailty could, labor
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A large willow tree
Still budding
With small leaves
Taking in warmth
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Kindness
Sharing
And service
Seprates us from,
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My tree will know it all
The tree of my childhood
With the endless branches
And the many whispers
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The measure of a Man/woman

Is not the amount problems he/she has
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In a drawer
Behind some forgotten
Necessities of life
That cannot be thrown away
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Creative thoughts-I let them dance alone
On empty shores of hopeful bliss
Their beauty can my life enhance
As your tender kiss
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An unsewn day rises from yesterdays dust
it's a new day to darn
a choice of many colors
Empty canvas
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She is strong and I am not
She filled a hole in me that was hard to spot
I am greatful for that she gave to me
At risk it may be
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Lonely and in the dark of night,
Void of comfort, security and full of fright,

I carry my weight of loss and wanting you.
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It rained stars last night
Over a black umbrella
They rolled across darkness
Scatter like silver marbles
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I Try to read the verse
Line to line
'Skype' pops in
And stops the rhyme
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The last rays depart
Darkness created emptyness

Tonight as I put myself
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I build my castles every day....
And tear them down, again in such a way,
And it is quite a wondrous way to play,
When life is hard and full of pain,
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Love is fleeing
Requires daily work to grasp its fashion
Like black and white rainbows
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Paper is beauty
If you look with
Your heart
Your mind
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