poem
Here I sit drinking Mountain Dew,
thinking of a lover, under the moon.
Whiling away the darkest hours of the night,
wishing I could hold him in these lonely arms.
I hear his voice on the phone
and am reminded how far apart we are.
A year and a day stands before my heart,
to learn to love myself as deeply as another.
Time stands as a greater distance than all the miles.
trains, planes, boats and cars can carry me through space,
but only the second hand can carry me through Time.
M. W. DeMeritt 4-25-08 0200hrs