17 October 2002
My brain
Flits back and forth
Between reality and
Incredible fantasy
Sweet kisses in the dark
Bound to bring agony
And confusion
But as inevitable as
The rise of the tide.
Gliding through moments
Graced in the resounding
Silver light of love.
They seem like hours.
A flash of light
My soul is exposed
In the light as bright as day
Hopes and dreams glitter
In iridescent golds and greens
I ache in the pit of my stomach
My need for you is physical pain.
But my mind flies once again
To happy visions I entreat in my head
Falling leaves cool drifting wind
Anything to kill the piercing dagger
That is the absence of you.
Whitney
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