"Where is the Sun?”

"Is it evening?” I stood there and glanced at the grass in the hell of dark—, I thought it was the grave

for me—.

The pain in my chest scorched my face; numbed my eyes in this darkness (along with my mind they were captured, now perplexed))

in some kind of inner death)).

After I realized pain, and it lulled, I knew I would live another day. (But were was the sun inside this coma like grave?)

Out of the fire of darkness and pain my heart was saved once again. In the morning, streaked rays of light from my hospital window made the green grass O' so rich, like thick gleaming jade—; the dead man could now see the sun

once again!...

Now with private thoughts when I walk across a patch of plain old green grass—for a moment, just a moment, a tear-trickles

#1239 2/23/06

Shut Doors

So many think, they can go back To life that was not explored Where at one time, the door was

Not locked. Let there be no pretense, what Was, was, and will never be

Again!...

The door now locked, will remain So, and perhaps the grave opened.

#1243 2/24/2006. Note by the author: I once regretted I did not grab the moment when I could have; once I say, only once, never again did I let it fly by.