[one year later]

i am slightly deranged from missing you

housed inside its wrought-iron cage
quivering strings
which feed on light and dark
i call up to the sky
send down my love
bring back his gentle voice
release my deeds
from the storms
of wrong and right
let rain fall upon my open palms
lend just a slight amount of kindness
to a girl waiting for her lover
in this crazy hectic world we live
being that all the saints have fled
and taken with them
their radiant orbs
of incandescent light
see how she rambles so
with no rhyme nor reason
a heart gone mad
and a poet
out of season

November 01, 2002 - 11:24 pm