When I hear his voice, thunder rolls through the expanses of my mind And shooting stars burst past the shadows of my eyes. Marching bands parade along the avenues of my heart And their steady percussion breaks the silence with a comforting, even rhythm. Clocks stop ticking and calendar days blend together Sa May becomes December and dances into April, As tomorrow becomes yesterday And yesterday disappears into the arms of whenever... The shivering cold of winter melts into the warmth of spring, The heat of hazy Indian Summer slides into refreshing breezes and icy rain. There is no hold on reality, no worry, no clarity, no confusion, Just vision and promise and the sweet pain of wonder and hope... For now, I just wait and smile and say nothing, Hold him deep in my thoughts, close to my heart... If only he knew. Copyright 2000 Susan D. Brozenec