my heart is strong
my love is deep
my tears are pure
I will be fine
until we meet
I am armed
with buckets of hope
baskets of rainbows
and joyous gardens
in my mind
of what soon will be
so tell me
am I fool
or prophet
to my own listless muse
for knowing that this love
stands
'Patient Guard'
over me............
(written June 20, 2001 630am)