Foggy rainy on a Monday.

October late near Halloween.

I wasn’t late. So easy sleazy.

Feeling great and sight unseen.

I don’t care now like I used to.

I still pray, though, on my knees.

I saw her here. I fade like Tuesday.

Be still my heart. No begging, please!

There’s a silence in the ether.

There’s a smile here on that face.

I can’t stay long. Not like I used to.

Because you see, I know my place.

I’m still hounded by all this beauty.

I know that comes as no surprise.

I take it all. These gifts as duty.

In all this life. While I have eyes.