Day turns to night early in hte east.  Winter is rising.  It's spectral hauntings have been rare until now.  It's as if through out the world things are changing.  A president whos coffs at nuclear war.  A changing climate.  The pain in people that hurts me so.  The shade they cast.  Yet from it I arise, I have risen and will continue.  I am a lover.  I don't quit.  And with that comes all the trappings of a hoepful life.  Love I have found it in her bbut her anger scared me.  Oooh woo is me yet deeper still I delve, trusting, unveiling all.  To be appreciated as is for me, a dream of great potential.  Hope for it.  To be known.  Some, no many are mad.  They are hurt and they long to lash out yet I find no interet int heir trappings.  A dream, to know and love, a future and a past so deep as a well drawing from the molten core of the earth.  It's warmth permetes my beiing like the end of a day fishing.  Water words and though my success is meager I did not strike out yet I must strike out for new ground.  Tomorrow the other side or maybe a boat to the center.  Pike fight with furty yet all I want is a trout and  to love.  Giving without receiving, seeing hope in another, that great reservoir of confidence that seems endless yet the world plays little tricks.  In the same moment the wish of peace.  They holler and scream, they hurt and hate, yet all I want to do is create.  He hurt because he was told and he loved because he is bold yet my heart is for women.   I can say it.  I love her and great emotions wrack my rain.  Hope for her, seeing and beleiving in something that lasts till time stops, till the last drop of blood seeps form my veins.  Knowing her joy through life and accepting it, inspireing it and love the leixir for all sickness thoughsickness itself has left me for good.