Digital Dreams

24 Jul 2000

Creating connections through bytes of sound
digital dreams of soul mates found
and I may be lost.


I can find the lover true in myriad voices
echoing through time in a youth’s mien,
find the soul that cries my pain
and eats my joy with starlight teeth,
yet can not lay hand on truth
here in the world I walk each day.
Gentle creature, mind like fire burns,
I find you in each poem read,
touch your voice with honeyed sigh,
dream your digital form with mine
yet can never touch reality.
Communication pure as hope 
in bytes and sounds
yet falters . . . 
Ah, but I know this story well.
Too oft’ have I cried my heart
only to have it trampled beneath 
the lust in their eyes
and lost in the sharp ignorance of desire.
When shall I find brilliant heart
sweet soul mate, compassionate mien
here, where I may touch the light?


© 2000, Tara Tambolleo