page 1 (7.28.2004)

[ananda_daydream]

and so I am drawn within
   a vacuum exists only to be filled
   osmosis of emotion: heart, pen, page
such things swirl in air intangible
   dresses of sheer, glistening gauze
   in a ballroom no feet have touched
vision becomes limited, tinged by the colour of your eyes

night drapes over pale shoulders
  a cloak to keep you dry from gazes and pleas
but the mist presses close
  and water clings in place of tears