some things are much clearer in the dark
the hardest parts soften when brushed up
against the inner core of one's more innocent heart
incurable tears they supply the oceans to the end
with their faithful emotions so cleverly wrung out
the perfect fit is what we each end up looking for
when going the well traveled road of love's elusive
route
desperation cringes when her image encounters even
the smallest mirror's edge
walking backwards through my mind's combative pain
I scurry past its deadly ledge
so very gifted
the pen takes her aggressor's cue
writing more and more and faster still
of just how much I really miss you
you who know me best
but can see not yet my tear stricken face
yet you I sense so very alone
far off yet undeniably close to a not so
distant space
my heart in your weary bridge burnt eyes
pleads for each our equally divided case
as future streams of unleashed happiness
cascade down through time
not quite yet
to be so fully traced..................
(Oct. 3, 1995)