Wednesday, January 29, 1992

FANTASY '92

I capture you;
we are driving
and you sing to me.

Clouds rule the sky,
and the night is black;
we are walking and
I hear you humming,
singing in the language
of the stars.

And in my house,
when we lie in bed
tonight, you sing,
wrapped in my arms;
a lullabye for me,
my warmth and
strength for you.

Laser light's in failing
twilight. The world stops
spinning. Alone, I sleep,
and dream of you...

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