"I DO NOT KNOW" July 1987 How do I reach out to touch your hair and to find out that you're not there? How do I long to see your gentle smile and hear your laughing voice? To only clutch the empty air and to find out that you're really not really there? How many endless moments do you suppose I listen for your footsteps on the stair? Until I realize that you're not really there. How do I count each futile month and year, wait out the vacant days and angry nights for you to appear? At last to tell my unaccepting brain that you're not really there. I do not know. |
"A MIRAGE" March 1993 How long have you been standing there in the shadows? So close to me, that if I Reach out I can touch your hand. A surge of happiness envelops me Because you are my presence again. Now I see you sitting at a window With a cascade of moonbeams Stroking your hair. Your face is pale, but A faint smile covers it. I want to rise and approach you- Reach out and touch you, But I am transfixed in my chair And mesmerized By the aura that surrounds you. One brief moment of majestic Ecstasy is mine. A lifetime rolled into a scant millisecond. Was it real, were you there or But a mirage, a dream, Only to scold my selfish, aching heart For asking for too much? |