| Written: MAY 13, 2002 |
Longingly I look on at you;
And wonder if you could be mine.
At the crossroads I sit,
Shall I head to the Sorrowful Sea?
Or try once more to fly:
Like an Angel.
Perched up here,
Resting on indecision.
Shall I spread my wings,
No, I think not.
Perhaps dawdle a bit longer.
Shy smiles dance and flee,
Whenever I see you looking at me.
If only my courage would come,
And grant me the words.
Shall I ever break my mold,
Take to the air with passion,
Asking your hand to join mine.
I wrestle with these thoughts:
Will or can I make the leap.
No, I sit instead, Perched on the Crossroads.
