How much is to touch heaven?
I wonder about this each time
she lingers in my mind.
How she saunters so peacefully,
and ends the sadness in my mind.

The dark clouds of thunder shutter,
but her open hands offer comfort.
Her eyes burn into mine,
and I sit here different then before.
And sometimes I curse you and
shake my fist with rage.
Of how you have forsaken me
in this hell called age.

So I rock myself to sleep
with my own comforting hands,
but it is not the same.
For you are far from me
and the night sky.

As I bask in the darkness
again, and think of better
days. I will always remember
your smile that burns
in my haunted mind.

For love is a fickled thing
with claws and teeth that
nashes at the heart of young
men, and yet victims ain't we all.

01/03/2003

Posted on 01/03/2003
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