Posted by giveawayboy on April 22, 2003 at 03:21:25:
WINDSWEPT SWANN AND STUDIOUS
Did I aim low or did I not release,
My fire or staff or seed or even goal?
Was air too hot or conversation cold?
Did breath not breathe or did my tongue offend?
Did disconnection settle in like mold,
Upon my inturned and encrusted crease?
And did his everpresent presence end?
To grasp was he not able? or to hold?
And will his hand not take the time to mend,
This broken conversation, this dark hole?
This ever conscious waiting doesn't hold,
For polished, varnished and untarnished piece.
Bill 2003