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A little bird told me That something good Is quickly coming my way. Every day may not be good, but there’s something good in every day. ~@luisalfonso1 RT @EvaLongoria @ShowoffByDesign @2morrowknight — stan stewart (@muz4now) March 9, 2014 Who am I to say otherwise. I really want to believe And understand This happy, friendly, Positive, […]

Fingers and toes were long ago Outnumbered by the times I came home to find you in that Comfy chair. And just the times we turned it Into “family bed” have gone Into the dozens. Now, each time I see you there — In reality or in my mind’s eye — I get the same

PDA is not the way U want me to display my love 4 U I on the other hand would happily demand a kiss that started on the sidewalk (quiet this dumb talk) and then moved inside touch look listen how your lips glisten with that gloss U use let me have a taste feeling

Morning smell of sleep lingers in the air And in my memory as well. It is the silent reminder of our need to dream. The eye movements may be rapid, But the becoming can be slow. Like the warm down comforter Supported by our bodies Against the weight of gravity, We will rise high and

Starting with a little chill I begin to notice the change Of heart. With only one wish, we got nowhere. Now that our wishes have multiplied, So have the avenues of going along. Will we get there soon? I doubt it. And who cares. It’s the pilgrimage and the accompaniment (not the arrival) That’s the

When I wake, there is one thing I long for in the darkness. The bitter taste of night makes my longing even stronger And more fearful that I may not see it before my leaving. In the fatigue of the prior night, straight-faced tenacity Was our friend who guided us through ticking those Final lines

There’s no need to wonder if you’re pondering your life. Every day you’re right out there with it: You delve deep, work hard, forgive gigantically And often. There’s no need to wonder if you care about your friends. You adjust schedules to ensure time with them And quality time — each time — at that.

Cool streams of water Fold our way in Unknown directions; Caressing edges And turning attention To who knows where. Adrift, And glad. ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2010, 2015 by muz4now, Inc. All Rights Reserved.  

You open your eyes and mine are bathed in light. ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2010 by muz4now, Inc. All rights reserved.