Lisana

*** I really have no idea who this is about; i'll leave that up to you. This was written very late at night when I felt like writing a poem all of a sudden. ***

Lisana
no angel can touch you, my friend
this peace, then, is yours
and well-deserved, assuredly,
elegant in your very disarrangement

but ultra-modern ways
all come to look the same, in time

so now i am writing to you
at one in the morning
my eyes blur
where is this coming from?
i don't even know who you are

-4/21/00