Tuesday, May 10, 2005


A flock of dreams
starle my eyes
and hesitate my heart

They like to fly by
They like to come real close
I can look but cannot touch

Swift wave of air
cool breeze on my hand
another moment passes by

A tease in the eye
a mock in a smile
a chill in a touch

to take to give
to flow to stop
to dream and hope

give me reason
give me way
take whole

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