sometimes
the loneliness talks to me
whispering in a pale cool voice
as pulse beats in my head pound out
a perfect rhythmn to the words
along side the drip drip sound
of my tenderly shed tears
a mystery in a whirlpool of anguish
'not much longer now' seems to be my
favorite mantra
all Rosetta beginnings
that never find their end
they just keep dangling
like the keys to whatever they are
in such soundless moments
even the air has a silence nobody else
can share..................
(written March 21, 2006 5am)