A Place To Dream

If I count to 3, perhaps the pain will go away. This silence is killing me, but it’s not the sounds that I miss. Today was yesterday, and I’m in need of something new. The stars are still shining above my head, but I’m too busy looking down. It seems I should find a place to dream.

If there were no stars hanging in the sky, would we still look up in wonderment? If you kissed me on this winters night, would I ever wake? And now that I see clearly, and know what lies behind your glaze, I wonder if you really see, what it is that makes me fall.

(February 2004)