2003-10-31 - 8:36 a.m.
I was in love with her...
I realize this now;
too principled,
too self absorbed
to understand just how
but love will make a way, dear
love will make a way
.
I was all about her
and it didn't hit until
I discovered pain
at the edge of her self-will
.
but love will make a way, dear
love will make a way
.
what is heartache anyway?
a painful state of being?
what does art take/give away
creatively foreseeing...
the images the mind spin gives
combining into one
perception, chance and wine-skin sips
between the moon and sun
will this sweet fragrance of a dream
lead my lips back to hers
will heartache be the lazy stream
to carry me, traverse,
across the many question marks
now spanning time and space
today successive lights and darks
cascaded on my face
and I cannot deny the way...
I just don't know what to say...
all a soul can do is pray
but love will find a way, dear
love will find a way
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