Confusion The dusk of day Reveals the wisps of fortune Fleeting, intangible Though indelible to times slow ease The sands fall swiftly Though the time is small As do the teardrops That fall from my heart Unknown Enraptured Ensnared Unhappy Unwanted despondence Tangled in Aphrodite’s weave The knives of logic cannot but through But all the time I am only wanting to be..... Jim