"Tunnel of Light", photograph, 1999
My Prison
Lying in the grass,
Looking at a sky of blue,
Listening to the rustling leaves,
My thoughts turn to you.
Wishing you were here with me,
Wanting to see your face,
Waiting for the moment,
My heart begins to race.
Then the storm clouds gather,
There o'er where I sit,
That which sparked my happiness,
My fate does not permit.
Why do I torment myself,
What can possibly result?
When your love eludes me,
My prison is my fault.
