December 18, 2003

  • the world is as large as an only dream
    of you 

                 I think quite endlessly

    for hours

                on end I twist restlessly

    unable to 

                sleep almost breathlessly

    I whisper

                a craving for.

    the future is as bright as the night

    lost to

                the sun rises compellingly

    in sky

                the clouds sashay lazily

    by noon

                I’m so mystically high

    I slurp

                this yearning of.

    a solitary dew pond, if there but were

    of moisture

                left on this planet

    most precious

                that very substance would

    as essence

                reflecting all life’s sparkle

    be and thus

                are you to me.

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