Something different.
_Sunday's comment at Words Flow, and when I read Lorraine's words I instantly and easily scribbled this echo; Lorraine suggested I post that verse here, and I Thank you, Lorraine.

_My wife Kathy, she and I, are off to the pond 'till Sunday, coming... hope to find an -E-link.

The nights
Changed to dream,
The moment she became
All my days.

Balance

I'm off on a tangent today. I was fifteen when this was written... then, I had aspirations of becoming a bard when I grew up; fifty one years later, nothing has changed. ;-)

The world is in my hands,
Mine are scared and stained
By the blood and gashes
Of past mistakes.
But
The future will cleanse and cure them
To preserve the evil that lies within,
For without evil there can be no good,
And good is the paradigm I seek.