i wanted to write you
long before my pen
rested upon paper of linen
comforted by the flatness of
my cherry oak desk...
dusky sun rays pouring through
blinds...spilling upon brown hands
which form fists on the desk...
i so wanted to write you...
i am on a flight piloted by
my soul...my destination
not measure by space
time
or distance
my being is soaring...
somewhere...
perhaps today
my fingers can once again
caress the metal
particulars of the fountain
pen i used to "sing" melodic
fragments of life
to you
during evening sunsets...
ocean rushes...
...and moonlit nights...
MsDLite (c) 07.01
long before my pen
rested upon paper of linen
comforted by the flatness of
my cherry oak desk...
dusky sun rays pouring through
blinds...spilling upon brown hands
which form fists on the desk...
i so wanted to write you...
i am on a flight piloted by
my soul...my destination
not measure by space
time
or distance
my being is soaring...
somewhere...
perhaps today
my fingers can once again
caress the metal
particulars of the fountain
pen i used to "sing" melodic
fragments of life
to you
during evening sunsets...
ocean rushes...
...and moonlit nights...
MsDLite (c) 07.01