blue?
what happened to distress you so?
where's my philosophical psychologist?
are you hungry?
can i feed you?
what is it that you need to digest?
endorphins?
soulfood?
may i digest your words for you?

place your thoughts on the heart of my palm
the beat of my blood will interpret
what i must know
to guide you through the swamp of tortured thoughts.

let my smile bring you lucidity
and my serene eyes, clarity.

i know you know your answers.
let me be the mirror that reflects them
back to you, where they belong

and then you can drown in happiness again,
surrendered in the ocean of calm...

12/03/2002

Posted on 12/03/2002
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