I Want To Be

I want to be the Spirit

that wanders the back roads of his mind


I want to be the Angel

that touches his soul


I want to be the Clouds

that cushions his heart.


I want to be the Tears

that caress his cheeks


I want to be the Comfort

that he sometimes seeks


I want to be the Kiss

that gently touches his lips.


I want to be the Woman

of his passions and desires  


I want to be the Pleasure

that satisfies his lust.  


I want to be the Glimmer

of love in his eyes


I want to be the Youth

of his world now.


I am just a Old Soul

Longing for something I can't be.

Elusive Love 08/27/2000

Elusive Love