there are no streams,
dreams time forsook
brilliant ephihanies
or wondrous raptures

nor is this apathy
forgetting what is
in surreal escapism
a different joy

behind the aches
the little pains
constricting body
then soul and mind

in seas of blue
behind red eyelids
lies memories new
to complement old.

Date Added: Friday February 14, 2003 - [permalink]