Softly she whispers,
The past didn't happen.

You're drowning in a whirlpool
of time
of nothing...

shedding tears over misspent desire,
your inheritance.

The world is but a dream
of misplaced want.

Oh well,
imagined hell.
This isn't what I want.

So I look to you with golden eyes.

Surprise 
I found you.

Let's create each other
for eternity
instead of dreams that cut
like sharp knives and razor blades.

I'm here for you.
If you need me just ask...

© 1998 by David Bozzi