In this hour of thoughts, and dreams.
Through the dark morning air I breathe.
Alone, thinking, collecting all my missing links.
Translations of what shoulds and how comes.
Why didn't's, and why for's.
All spelling nothing, yet all showing me.
All that I was, and all that I might be.
Coming together here before your eyes.
This me you read and know,
here without disguise.
To see all that I show.
Tell me, can you read my heart?
Can you feel my mind?
Am I pure, is there a cure?
Lost in what will only pass.
Entranced in what was only glanced.
Here for awhile, as you can tell.
Praying for many who need some light.
With a passion, like its my fight.
Still so much I'll never understand.
Seems we start out just right,
Then we expand,like a freakin rubberband.
Then contract back down, to say Goodnight.

WONDERFUL

Thank you so much for your thoughtful prayers in my time of need.
Rhon

Prayers said for a friend need no thanks just the thoughts of knowing your loved by them,,and they are here for you to feel,,,May you always be surrounded by the glow of God's love and the smiles of all your friends...

Thanks Jerry,,I'm still weighing the beard on ya here,,and it makes ya look like a convict or a Cowboy on the plains,
lol,,but maybe a really tight trim might make ya look like casanova,
or brad pit,,,,lol,,but its different.....