My mind wants to go along but my body can’t manage the task,

Each part struggling to keep up as my brain continues to ask,

It’s a cross to bear unearthed by times advance upon my frame,

It took too long to realize that life wasn’t a continual game,

I feel an aura of light surrounding my mind as I’m taken into night,

It’s a tunnel of darkness surrounded by lightening and flashing light,

Pain so extreme most can’t stand departs my body ceasing to be,

I look to you longingly without movement hoping you’ll save me,

Soon they’ll call me out, these Angels of the night to collect,

As I approach the tunnel of light I will no doubt have regret,

I look into the darkness and find the memories that seem alive,

From a tunnel of love I focus on nineteen hundred sixty five,

Outside a window I perch in wait as I pray you’ll love me someday,

Take this as you wish, I was obsessed in a cloud trying to find a way,

When first I saw you I hid in the darkness trying to find a view,

A whole night through before leaving I sat there in thought of you,

Memories are flowing through my mind as if flash cards to test,

To test my heart as each memory contains images rated the best,

Stretching my reach to retrieve a particle of you or just a fallen hair,

Vaults me forward in time planning to build a lake home not there,

You are there encouraging me ignorant to the worst me I’ve known,

Forever at my side making me better than the man you were shown,

You were there, flowing hair, working far away and driving every day,

My brain still riddled with virus of mosquito bite left me in dismay,

Reminders break through of Oklahoma stress with your family clan,

I stop painful images in flow in this mystery journey of me the man,

In a surprise to me I have passed a test of time by only wanting good,

Precious bricks of gold contain flaws as does the most precious wood,

I yell to the purveyors of this journey I’m on please let it rain down,

Rain down precious memories of her, flood me into her surround,

Submissive I’ll be if I must review bad to see more good of her,

Sad memories of her are precious in that I was within her coffer,

Any place at all is what my heart says in response to the flood,

Sunshine shines in mention of your name to dry tear’s made mud,

Have you heard, an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure,

She is my intervention, every good intention, my prevention for sure,

Sitting in the snow in a place so very long ago I join me in misery,

A week before Christmas hidden in white of night solving a mystery,

And it shall remain unknown as my lips are sealed for being there,

Sent there on a mission of hide n seek for my uncle with white hair,

Beautiful lights twinkle to light a township older than our country is,

I’m holding a photograph of you to my chest wondering if love still lives,

I don’t want to let go, I hold it tight you know, oh how I love you so,

Wake up you say to me, “wake up Pat” shouting “it’s me don’t you know”

The mystery journey ceases to be and will be a victim of amnesia soon,

I awaken to no knowledge of anything without a memory in a room,

“You’ve had a seizure baby” a stranger says, “your name is Pat”

A stranger helping me with my name and where she says I’m at,

Is truth coming from the mouth of this angel I see speaking to me,

Pain is unknown to me as I remember me feeling as good as I can be,

As the brain resets doctors say, pain hasn’t made the trip to the brain,

With thunder and a war of atomic magnitude pain comes down like rain,

Remembering not remembering is a mystery to amnesia experts everywhere,

Pain is the catalyst that awakens my struggling brain to what it must bear,

My breath seems to depart my lungs as my liver’s pain delivers a blow,

My kidney stones pale compared to my liver, the greatest pain I know,

Once again, I’m outside your window, waiting for you to come back to me,

As memories of time and distance become linear I can finally see,

Heavy pain rains down on me but gratefully I awaken held by you,

No one really knows,  but I feel you know what I’m going through.

The end, by Pat. Thank you baby for being there always.

I love you

My mind falls off my train of thought to what I’ve been through,

Each moment since seventeen has been produced of you,

A thought of happiness followed by teardrops of salty rain,

Are parts of the biology process happening inside my brain,

Seldom do I write solely of me without you deep inside of me,

As a teen on a date, guilt filled my mind before a kiss could be,

An image of you appeared in my mind telling me to be chaste,

Testosterone and desire would push my curiosity with haste,

Each date was a cycle of this until every girl was expelled soon,

Long flowing hair with beautiful eyes but a hair could be doom,

The slightest imperfection grew so that a hair appeared a beard,

I truly believe it was destiny guiding a vessel that was not steered,

From the deep end of darkness to the glories of sunshine I walked,

And soon it was with the beautiful girl of my dreams I would talk,

My words so true of heart would fall upon doubting ears too long,

In darkness she did not believe but in darkness it seemed a song,

Soon our kisses under moonlight beams brought uniting of emotions,

Emotions, dreams and moonlight brought destiny into fluid motion,

Emotions bring fluid motions when united in heart, soul, and mind,

From the deep end of darkness we came to light no longer blind,

With you near I knew my way and never doubted our love would grow,

A kiss of ignition means but one thing and it’s of your love I know,

Together into eternity and together for thirty years more we will stand,

I love you beautiful angel, come walk with me and hold my hand.

The end, by Pat for Patti

Come to me close my dear and whisper once more in my ear, 

Tell me once more how you first loved me when you were a teen, 

Remove this tube from my mouth that one last kiss of you I may glean,

Remind me please of how you still loved me when I came home lean, 

Bring close your tender lips as you did so many years ago, 

Do you remember it my angel it was the first kiss of love I’d know, 

How could you still love me after I went to battle in the Vietnam show, 

Yet you cleansed my blood stained heart and hands that faded slow, 

Tell me of your first memory of that dark haired teenage boy, 

In one of my dearest memories you seemed a beautiful little toy, 

The moment our eyes entranced, past memories seemed to buoy, 

I suddenly understood as past life memories were in fast deploy, 

Squeeze my hand so slightly as you tell them to pull the machine away, 

In the hold of my morning angel with sunlight or moonbeams astray, 

Whisper words tenderly to hear “I love you, I’ve always felt this way”

As I have done this before my heart will break before I’m there to stay, 

I have returned to you at least five times while between life and death, 

I’ve watched you sob so uncontrollably you could hardly catch a breath, 

Time is more narrow now than when first married let’s not forget, 

The years to departure have lessened now until your soul too will let, 

Five times I’ve lingered ‘tween heaven n’ earth praying to return to you, 

My body has aged to be broken beyond God’s willingness to redo, 

God has granted me more time than rust should stand near gold’s glow, 

The rust of my being is beyond time’s ravage and what doctors know, 

The hand of Jesus Christ has protected me through life so many times, 

As I review my life I should have written more of Him in prayer rhymes, 

I will be accepted as the wayward prodigal son although I’m with sin, 

I have since then accepted Him and asked forgiveness deep within, 

As I have asked of God I also ask of you my angel so wonderfully true, 

Please forgive this rusted worn soul for the harm of heart I’ve done to you, 

My heart has been yours for as long as I have known your beautiful eyes, 

Within my heart there is no equal to your beauty under God’s blue skies, 

I have stopped at the threshold and prayed once more but time is denied, 

Beyond this world I will pray for you and watch over you after I have died, 

I vowed my love to you long ago without a soul nearby to hear as I cried, 

I cannot take my piece of gold this trip, my photo of you will be denied, 

I’ll frame a treasured memory in heaven’s gold and hold a seat for you, 

Roses of red, pink, and plumb will be planted for my angel to view, 

Silently I will stand in wait as angels welcome angels home to stay, 

I will pray the welcome home ceremony won’t last more than a day, 

Although eternity awaits in your hold, impatience may be my shame, 

Yet will come a kiss to equal the kiss of love fore you took my name,  

Perhaps there is a ceremony for love reunited to eternally bond, 

Or perhaps within heaven’s surround our vow is a bond far beyond, 

Please hold my hand and warm your cold little nose again for me, 

When you first did that I thought you were as cute as you could be, 

Please remember the ear warmer God gave you that’s made of me, 

Kiss me tenderly, squeeze my hand, then whisper I…………………

The end, I love you Patti

The morning sun shines upon you as if a ceremony of life,

Each morning when I see you I give thanks you are my wife,

Twilight brings pause as I reflect on my day with you,

With each day’s passage I realize I’m closer to my due,

As my time withers to become past tense it is so very true,

I would have no existence or reality without love from you,

To love someone brings another dimension when new found,

Yet half a century of loving you brings daily sensations abound,

Absence of light blanketed by a twinkling sky is our favorite night,

Together we have basked in diamonds of the sky until first light,

As morning chases darkness at horizons edge new light is found,

The beauty of morning angels is highlighted by new light around,

A silhouette of angel is formed with the morning sky background,

I trace each line in my mind as my fingers once did in war’s surround,

There is no change but then angels of morning light are born of this,

Exhaustion has captured my frame but I have need of one more kiss,

As if every ounce of energy I’ve known is within your lips I awaken,

Into the depth of love I leap by a gaze into your eyes yet I am shaken,

Teardrops trace my leathered face as I realize this will soon be taken,

Desperately my mind tries to capture a memory as my heart is broken,

I feel a sob beneath your chest as you’ve read my thought in bond,

Realize my angel that a night with you unseen is still a gift beyond,

Beyond that of a teen fantasizing of love from my angel of dreams,

I will still see the perimeters of morning light and feel sunbeams,

The unseeing may feel moonlight beams unknown to those that see,

I close my eyes to absorb your essence each night as you come to me,

God’s hand can heal my eyes as he touched my heart and hands too,

I pray His touch to land upon my meager eyes that I may still see you,

For you are my hidden treasure that I have survived to behold,

You are my wonder of the heavens or said true my only gold,

Said before I am but rust tied to you by rust found in your eyes,

As daylight fades to darkness so shall it be what my vision denies,

But yet I will treasure those moments for in your hold I am much more,

In darkness we bond, perhaps passion we find at night will arrive as before,

My memory of treasures are mostly of emotion, kisses, and deep desire,

From within my heart came courage to face the enemies wrath so dire,

From the gold in my hold I will seek support to blaze another trail,

As rust fails beyond its last stand I pray gold to support me if I fail,

But know from the courage once known to be mine more is found,

I am the man so desirous of you, what remains wants to be around,

I am forgiven for war’s burdens that tainted my soul for too long,

Forgiving my tormentors last year was so hard for such a wrong,

I am free of heart and clean of spirit at last then this comes along,

With the Angel of Morning Light you will find rust to be very strong,

Though you may lead I am your protector and vow my last breath yours,

My courage can be found to stand at sinister’s door for your love procures,

With your little hand in mine the Angel of Morning Light transforms to be,

To be the Angel of Guiding Light, my guiding light so I may continue to see,

I fear no evil nor shall peril bring cowardliness as courage is in my hand,

Our home is my heaven, your essence is my nourishment to stand,

Place tender a kiss upon my lips and forward I shall go into the murk,

Into the darkness of daylight I shall wander fearing not what may lurk,

An artist’s attempt to depict your beauty fell short once not long ago,

He said to me it’s impossible for a painting to depict an angel’s glow,

The Angel of Light has been here all along and I celebrate it now,

Although I love everything you and of you, I missed that part somehow.

The end, for Patti by Pat

Thank you baby, I love you so very much and I thank you.

We will get through this.

I’ve taken journeys across the sea while in a dream state of you,

As I look deeply into paradise eyes of hazel encircled with blue,

My heart seems to pulse in rhythm with each breathe you take,

Suddenly I am flooded with sensations enough to fill a lake,

A soft squeeze of your finger tips lingers just enough to bring,

A tingling feel inside that seems to shake as if a vibrating spring,

Oh the things you bring to me, things I’ve not known before,

Yet held in this paradise of angel’s eyes I feel so much more,

Your eyes pull me near as if an erotic response from below,

Come close my beautiful angel that we may linger here so slow,

Entranced within ecstasy’s flow it seems as if Heaven must await,

Your heaving breast against my chest has placed me at love’s gate,

Your kiss upon my lips takes me away from earth’s bounds to fly,

Am I adrift or in flight as I release realities burdens into a night sky,

I am aware now of everything you for you are my existence alone,

My focus on you brings memories of kisses and times I’ve known,

In my consciousness I see each wonderful moment of loving you,

I close my eyes as I absorb your essence completely through,

So many wonderful kisses, touches, caresses, and so much more,

Together so long we are now a history of love never written before.

The end, for Patti by Pat.

I love you baby.

It’s so wrong that I am here I was never meant to kill,

Firing this heavy weapon made of steel has no appeal,

My mind can’t always see why there’s times not to be best,

Now I wish I hadn’t been so open in my draft board test,

I was too young when I left home and wish I’d never gone,

The pull was too heavy and I left wondering if I was wrong,

A pain too strong with doubt as to how she felt pushed me,

Wandering came to be daily life I guess I was too blind to see,

My deferment had no value when that letter came in the mail,

It’s one of the few letters not a bill that came as far as I can tell,

If I could run back home I would run for days until I’m there,

Heard a song by Tom Jones coming home to his lady fair,

A stark reality of life woke me to realize I may go home that way,

Walking beside my casket trying to help my girl along the way,

I don’t want to go home this way please protect me from harm,

My dreams since seventeen are to walk away with her on my arm,

It came to me just yesterday that my time home may be all I had,

To die at twenty one because of war’s draft made me very sad,

I’ve held her picture dear since I left home I’m on picture two,

John Fogerty sings protests loud at the base yet I’m so very blue,

I’ve wondered has anyone listened to the words he sings of them,

It’s a double edged sword to listen to songs written by him,

I love each song and line but they are written for the non-drafted,

If only a song to love your drafted brother had been crafted,

Sing me home I beg and let me drag Main to see her drive by,

Last time I saw her our kiss goodbye made tears fall from my eye,

Sadly goodbye is my final word but if reading my poem made her cry,

Then I should have said “I love you” before I kissed her my final goodbye.

The end, for Patti.