Your image
lingers;
As a scent
brushed
against my
wrist.

Threaded
through
memories.

Of days -
when dreams
where born -
and hearts
whole.

Days that
faded.
Much too
soon.

Dew that
rose
beneath
this ground.

For the first time
in weeks.
I saw doubt
flickering in
your eyes.

Flames of hope
had died.
And only blacken
joy remained.
Standing as reminders,
in pools of wax -
reminders, of
days gone by.

Some days
the cobwebs
clutter my
vision.

Twisting
and winding,
between strands
of reason.

You've told me -
never doubt.

But when
the sky
turns grey,
and raindrops
fill your eyes -
I wonder.

What if,
you've changed
your mind.

And the
cobwebs
are here
to stay.

Ladden with
dew, and
attatched
to my mind.

I shall stand alone and be strong --
I have leaned too long.
Love was sweet and good for my heart
(How the teardrops start)
But the hour may come when it will not be there
To strengthen -- to share --
So I shall be strong and stand alone;
I shall be a stone --
Rugged and firm on the storm-struck shore;
Let the waves dash
Let them seethe and roar!
I am flesh, I am blood and bone no more!

Why did I dream you would not go?
The pain that pierced might never have been
Had I been prepared for the blow --
But I judged your love like a blulwark strong
To protect me from wrong
How could I know the thruswt would fall
Closing the heavens and dipped in gall
From the hand I trusted, most of all?

Days were long,
running together
as telephone poles
out a train window.

She died a
thousand deaths
during that
desert journey.

Thirsty for a
drink she could
not have. It was
dry, so very dry.

But, she pressed on.
Anticipating an oasis
buried between
desert sands.

And when it
seemed hopeless.
That all was lost.

It came.
Paradise just
beyond the
mountain range.

There was
a cold chill.
Our breath
created frost,
against clear air.
And as the line,
slowly wove;
as a snake in
the prarries.
We waited.
Waited for
our turn
to gaze;
for one last time.
At the face
of the one
we love.
And feel the
kiss of death
on his forehead.

Nuances
lace these words.
Subtle, so subtle.
Not caught by
common ear.

Each word
means a thousand more.
A glance speaks.
The gengle brushing
of your skin
against mine;
implies more
than you
could say.

I saw you this morning.
You were moving so fast.
Can't seem to loosen my grip
On the past.
And I miss you so much.
There'e no one in sight.
And we're still together
in My Secret Life.

I smile when I'm angry.
I cheat and I lie.
I do waht I have to do
To get by.
But I know what is wrong,
And I know what is right.
And I'd die for the truth
in My Secret Life.

Hold on, hold on, my brother.
My sister, hold on tight
I finally got my orders
I'll be marching through the morning,
Marching through the night,
Moving cross the borders
Of My Secret Life.

Looked through the paper.
Makes you want to cry.
Nobody cares if the people
Live or die.
And the dealer wants you thinking
That it's either black or white.
Thank - you it's not that simple
In My Secret Life.

I bite my lip.
I buy what I'm told:
From the latest hit,
To the wisdom of old.
But I'm always alone.
And my heart is like ice.
And it's crowded and cold
In My Secret Life.

Thank you Leonard Cohen.

I'll never tire
of exploring
ridges,
or sand dunes.
It will never
cease to
cause me
childlike wonder.
The beauty
of a landscape.

If only to
capture
the mystery
of it all.
To relish in
something that
won't fade.

But it fades -
you fade.
Against early
morning sun.

And I am left
with only a
memory,
a sharp picture
encoded
against
my mind.

Your
scent
drifting
through the
breeze.

Please love,
when this
becomes a
memory.
And daylight
seems to
fade -
remember
how it
used to be.

When I
was beautiful
and you
were free.

Remember
liquid skies;
freshly
trampled grass.

And when
your hope
flutters by -
embrace life
for it
will pass.

I'm scared
of the dragons
that I can't see.

Lurking behind me
under the stairs.

When I
turn to face
them,
they disapear.

Leaving just me,
and my fears.