how with thee
shall love be bled bold
from mine eyes
thorough is likes bitter season
darkness screens me
sane
once out of sight
a grieving moment
shuns times gentlest passing
I feel hope breath
whenever
your question's eyes
turn solemnly to me
as my answers
scream
give me more time
confusion quickens
to argue
over
which direction
we should take
together
or separate
and to make matters
further worse
I disagree
with both...........
(Jan. 4, 2000)