By Ken Woodley
Every pore
yearns for starlight
to flicker in the darkness
of my solitude.
I am frozen by suns of mourning,
praying only to melt
into your earth
and that place
where the ice of this despair
cannot find me,
where I could still feel child-painted,
as you showed me,
and see the living colors
so outrageously miraculous
and snowing all around me
like a shimmering aurora borealis
wind-blown from the sky
so that I can
melt
again and again and again
into your footsteps,
to follow
and perhaps one day
to bloom, somehow,
with you
in the eternal gardens.
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Ken Woodley 
This is beautiful, be safe Ken.
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Deep thanks, Beth. I so appreciate your companionship on this journey.
Be safe, to and we’ll keep on around this bend in the road together, as well.
Ken
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That was beautiful poetry. Thank you.
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I appreciate your words so much, Doris. Let’s journey on together.
Ken
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