uncertain . . . confused, but not hopeless.

Jan. 21st, 2004

There are no birds singing songs to the sky tonight. The
cold has stolen their voices and silenced their songs. But
I'm high on incense and candle flame. Warmed buy the
ripples the stereo makes in the air. The Moon is hidden in
it's waning path. I wish I had it's light right now. It makes
seeing the paper a little bit easier. I didn't see your face
tonight and it makes my chest tight. I feel hollow and it sends
a shiver down my back to know just how alone I am right
now. But I know your beauty and it sings to me from across
this empty night. I shake from the thought and so pull the
blankets tighter around me, pretending that they are your
arms. The thought goes thru my mind that I may be alone in
all this. I can't shut it off. It is always there, leaving me
uncertain . . . confused, but not hopeless. Not yet. It is 2
o'clock in the morning. Do you know where your heart is? I
have got mine on my sleeve. And it is bleeding.