Thoughts roll like a wild ride Circles in random directions out of control, out of sorts Mad fantasies logical as wild emotions Real but Surreal True but false Bathes in a soft glow Look at the body that is so still As if its lifeforce has seeped away Just for a spell It grasps the minds eye To deliver a whispered message soft as an ocean breeze Urgent as if it is the last breath The strain to hear Just beyond reach Too far to touch Too late to listen Anxious stomach awaits a last gasp Appeals for a distant miracle

06/22/2004