Only star-fire can find me
this is where I sit
Again I dream alone
And my world keeps going
I can't hear it
but I hear you
your voice still loud
although you aren't here
the air vibrates
sound waves pound my veins
here, the artificial heartbeat
and a groan escapes
Wild the beat
your figure illuminated
a silhouette
or is it the mist?
Far I reach
so I touch the sand
and hold it dear
as it sifts away
you are the sand
as the wind pulls it from me
May 1996
Wednesday, May 1, 1996
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