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where are my thoughts

in this wreath of 'Lending Sadness'

do they follow me to the part where

the question why? fails to deliver

reason behind the upheaval

that sends tears to their designated fall

I feel so unbelievably much

yet can label nothing clearly at all

who or what do I miss

or better yet

what is missing me

and why when I close my ravaged eyes do I

almost imagine how the true reflection of

happiness must appear to be

like my coursing life is not quite complete

an answering stranger am I one day supposed

to meet

somehow not here but on a sunny mid western

street

the sharp lunacy of it all must mock me to

believe

that the change that is needed will occur

before I am cemented in my life

but first there is more I must somehow achieve

that singularly elusive stepping stone

will catapult me to my life's end home

with him there on out

I can only hope till the ends of tomorrow's

shadow he and I will roam.................

(Oct. 5, 1995)