my senses can sometimes betray me
some days my ears can hear what my eyes cannot see...
Rowing into the still lake
My heart...
Cool water laps and gurgles
at shingled base of petrous heap...
I woke from a gruesome nightmare
this morning; the mirror laughed...
like waves
on the faraway shores of soft sands...
I'll hold you like the stars
Hold the moon in space...
dreams dip
in soft waters...
I hope you can stand up to her
Like I always wanted to...
March 17, 1997, under the four-leaf clover,
- a symbol of faith, hope, love, and luck...
march is like a fair maiden in a white sari
constantly asking me to take the first train home...
last monday I read a story about a girl running...
and all night I worried about you taking off...
He held a gun to my head and I saw the humanity in...
so I forgave him as soon as he lowered the pistol...