For BP2 :o) She spins words like velvet and I feel meager I try to tell her It will be okay Deep in the blackest part of the night With only stars as light We chitter and chatter like squirrels-- silly nuts! contented, it is fine to be this way inappropriate with like company we say we place our hearts in the hands of clumsy fools, who drop them and carry on and in the midst of night we carry on her velvet warms me a blanket of elegant phrases to drape around my eyes and soul why do our souls feel so bad for things we'll never have candles lit in open windows begging to be extinguished. -hb 5:02 a.m. 10/25/00 back home