May 30, 2003 22:03
I put the thought of you away,
simply saved it for another day.
It's quite cliche . . .
but it's coo' that way,
And so now I sit astray.
Pressed on path, O' broken path-
Where hath time gone?
I watch it stroll right past,
can't make it last . . .
And you flutter atop the tips of my
Tender Timeless
like a most amazing monarch;
stretched further and flying
to the willows of wispy rememberance.