Life is a puzzle. No, the whole world is a puzzle. When the puzzle pieces are put together correctly a picture emerges, and the puzzle is solved. Puzzle pieces are not unique, making it possible to complete the puzzle, but obscure the picture when pieces are fit in the wrong place. Just because a piece fits does not mean it belongs there. Our very lives are puzzles, and sometimes we are in the wrong place. Sometimes we don’t know it until the puzzle is done and the picture is wrong. Thank all the gods that the pieces can be moved to where they fit and belong.

No matter how long and hard the day
or the intensity of life’s fray,
when I hear her voice 
I have no choice!
All strife just falls away
and her essence fills my mind
and my being responds in kind.
The world and all it holds
shimmers, dims, dies and folds
and my soul reach for hers
with need bigger than the universe,
making the future seem propitious!
Owner of my soul, 
woman of my dreams, 
love of my life, 
my mind reels and screams;
you may not be my wife
but goddam you make me feel alive!