The wind ruffles in my hair
As I stand on top of this high hill...

Hidden in time
Deep beneath the moon...

He picks up the stick
And looks carefully at the table...

The girl, with her midnight hair
And slender, graceful body...

The man, sitting in the computer chair
With a grey sweater and the smell of hard work...

The girl sitting in my class
One row over, three desks down...

Slowly stepping out in to the mist
I look for the path I have yet again missed...

Drummer pounding out the beat
An instrument's heartbeat thrumming...

I put on that smile for you
As you tell me what's really going on...

A poem can mean so much and so little
So simple and so complex...

The other night, I lit a purple candle
And set it quietly in front of me...

The simply ecstasy of a thought flutters
Behind my dancing eyelids...