poetry, prose, and other strings of words · 1993 - 2003
Dreaming of You
Number 142
August 5, 1999
You walked out of my life
just for a day–
world didn't fall apart
only went a little crazy;
at the end of the day
visions of the backs of your legs
I said to myself,
until then, dreaming of you;
dreaming of nothing but
sweet solace of enwrapped arms
bittersweet, but not poison,
dreaming of you;
tomorrow I'll find you again,
but nothing's lost of tonight
renewal of spirit,
renewal of love.