short hands
long dream
a maelstrom of fascination
spent catching words in my
so absorbed mind
all shear glittering butterflies
of my helpless thoughts
pictures caught up in the net of
my sightless memories
dusty aftermath
now.....
move forward
one amazing mysterious man
holds my attention
in the outstretched palm of
his lonely soul
Hong Kong is "So Far Away"
I wish Carole King had never
written that song
as less tears of mine would
have been shed if she hadn't
this pen makes such a lousy
comforter
I believe I'll go lay down
and simply try not to think
tears though
will indeed come
when I realize
AGAIN
just how futile
such an attempt
on my part
shall be
and through their hot silent
rain
I'll whisper
hold me close
Dearest Receiver
even if only in your dreams!!!
(Mine too!)
(May 23,2000 1045am)