Tuesday, March 17, 2009


Sometimes I wonder what I’m doing here,

where I go or come from; it’s peculiar

for no one asks – or gives a damn

but I care. Ask me and I’ll tell you

how I love each rock and tree

and each smile I see on every child

reminds me (regardless of the sun and stars)

most of all there’s you. You who

haunts my days my nights, lying

awake I think of you. I must not speak

I dare not move. For fear my love

may smother you: kindness I do not crave

keep me alive keep me depraved…

while you are there, there is life

fulfill my desires and I would die.