Tuesday, December 07, 2004

confessions of a confused heart

I stand here
I, here, limpid-unmistakeable

Waiting here for you
Eyes filled with dread

You move on
To somewhere so far away

And I still stand here
Translucent

What you see is flummox
What I see is obscurity

So who’s thoughts
Should I follow?

My thoughts so dry,
Or yours so mellow?