Day: November 2, 2025

When I was in the Air Force decades ago
after basic training I was told to select
where I wanted to be stationed next

I had two choices: I picked England or Japan,
but as usually is the case, you don’t get
either one.

I was sent to Zweibruecken, Germany instead

I was single and in my late teens then and
dreamed of having an exotic girlfriend,
an English or a Japanese one in either order

though while in Germany, I got to see Paris
and Rome, and a pope in a balcony,
I never made it to England or Japan

and never found an exotic girlfriend,
which back then, wild as I was,
was probably for the best.

Bob Boyd

Some people are about
small talk all or most of
the time

they seem able to small
talk almost incessantly

some hang out in places
where they small talk
for hours

me, I couldn’t do that
I’d get too bored

except with a woman
I loved

I could listen to her
small talk endlessly
as if her words

were the most important
words on the planet

as if her words
were like the words from
an angel talking to me

I guess love can make
small talk as big and

as wonderful as if the
words poured right
out of the heavens –
at least for me.

Bob Boyd

Do we meet people in dreams
that we never met before?
Sometimes I think we might,
that maybe dreams intersect.
I’ve seen many people in dreams
that I never knew in this world.
I’ve wondered if they were real
people who were seeing me
in the dream too.
But unaware that they
were as real as me.
Then again, are these people
living in this world, or on
another plane of existence,
or are they all imaginary?
I’ve seen deceased people
I knew in a couple of dreams.
I believe those were more
than ordinary dreams
I think they were ADCs,
After Death Communications.
I’ve often seen attractive
women in dreams, never
erotic, sometimes romantic,
and wondered if there are
any people who have
real romances in dreams,
like real dream lovers.
Maybe dreams are just
dreams, but I believe
dreams are sometimes more
than just dreams.

Bob Boyd

Sometimes I feel a little lonely and think
Wouldn’t it be wonderful to have one last love in my life,
Maybe the one I’d waited a lifetime for, the ultimate real thing.
Then I think but at your age and at the old age she’d probably be,
One of you is going to die on the other. You don’t want that either way,
And it’s going to go the way of the world: Nothing lasts forever.

Imagine waking up and finding the woman who was the love of your life
Dead in bed beside you? Do you want to chance going through that,
The shock, the pain, the misery, the loss, the never ending grieving?
And you know you wouldn’t want anyone else after her.
And what if you died first leaving her all alone, one instead of two,
Heartbroken endlessly, maybe never getting over the loss of you.

But then I remember all the NDEs and Deathbed Visions and more
I’ve read and heard over the years, and doctors reporting theirs.
And I recall how in deathbed visions a dying spouse often sees
The deceased spouse in white light to guide the dying spouse into the afterlife,
As if true love triumphs, finds a way, the fairy tale forever and ever.

Then I think about all the amazing NDEs, road maps into the afterlife,
The unconditional love that no one wants to return to this life from.
NDEers saying the other side is more real, this life only dreamlike.
And I think to myself if she died before me, I could accept it,
Knowing she’d have gone on to the higher, better life.
And I’d believe when upon my death bed, she’d be there waiting for me.

But I’m a repressed romantic, and these are just silly things
I sometimes dream about.

Bob Boyd