Monthly Archives: January 2003

Prelude

As I stand on a lofty hill
Look­ing to the night sky
Leagues away from the dig­i­tal flame
Of civilization’s call
Stars above and earth below,
Frost­ed trees all around
You will be in my heart,
My mind,
My joy,
And my respect.

Touched

The warmest kiss
A gift of bliss
Burn­ing away the scars
A blessed key
A dream of thee
An echo of your eyes

Interloper