My dreams are convoluted Spiralling, swirling And your face is in them all tormenting me with sorrowful eyes and feelings of guilt. I can see a tear trickle down your cheek, damp and hot. Your eyes are brighter still the unshed tears glistening awaiting the release of sorrow. You will not talk you stare at me mute your feelings float near the surface but cannot push their way thru to let you cry for all that is lost. Your guilt is for never telling giving your love to those the souls that needed it most. You can tell them even now, for their spirits can still hear you.
Looking At The Moonby AlysFloating high in the sky The moon Its pale light glimmering Striking my cheek And softening the dark. I look up and I think Maybe you're looking at the moon tonight Linking us over space and time Wherever we are. You could be in Geneva, London, New York, or L.A. - Or perhaps Indonesia, In your enchanting sarong. The moon will always be there keeping a watchful gaze over your restless form. Tired, but you can't sleep You pace the floor below your window. Your mind flows with stories, art, and music and maybe You're looking at the moon tonight Linking us over space and time....
Alys, Oct. 24, 1996
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