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Again, not quite a story but, I don't know what to call it.

Not really a story, it's more like a rambling.

When butterflies dance tangos within sunbeams, and Jade green leaves flutter sweet nothings in the shade, and When the languid sensual summer air ..

This what I wrote down to speak at my Dad's memorial and thought I would share it with you all in memory , for my 1st Father's without him.

Elusive prey This ideal We call love My heart grabs For purchase And finds only air Feathered flights of fancy, Soaring emotional current..

The mind conjures magical images, connected to life or passed into the eternal void. No logic requires, just the wanting brings them forth..

Hearts' desire burns, unending, unquenched. So easy to fan the flame Heat burns, alive in its neverending hunger for life. Banked embers ..

Cocooned in the deepest recesses Of my darkening emotions, Safe, secure Calmness slows The racing of thoughts Beginning a Descent towar..

What is wrong? That I can’t change What has shifted Inside that can’t be moved What do I do To be free of these needs I wish I may..

How can I ? What am I supposed to do? feeling this ache wanting, always wanting Something inside bleeds and dies every time desire goes unfulf..