HER RIBBON


written September 1999

It was cold out..and wet
I wrapped my jacket around me tightly
Walking down the street on a gloomy autumn day
The rain falling lightly
Dripping onto the pavement
Dripping constantly..

I felt at peace that day
So calm and serene here
No one here but me
So I walk, and relax, and the rain falls
...Blue

There it was, on the bench
Her ribbon, waiting quietly for me
It gazed at me and I closed my eyes
And saw her...
Most beautiful was she
A beauty which would only be described..
As Divine
And there was the ribbon
Perched in her hair
I met her eyes
I couldn't speak
She smiled, and spoke
Her voice so sweet
Her tone so calm and understanding

..I return
The ribbon is there
The rain falls still
Dripping onto the ground
Constantly dripping, it's hypnotic
I am in a trance
I remember her
Where is she now?
I saw her when my eyes were closed
And when they open
I see her ribbon
Where is she now?

The rain drips from my eyes
Or is it a tear?
I cannot tell
And I do not care
The peace is overwhelming me
The emotion of this situation
Will drive me to madness
Is there a reality in my imagination?
Why can I not dream forever?
All that remains is her ribbon
Where is she now?
Perhaps I will close my eyes again
And be swept away
Does she know me?
Was her voice meant only for me?
And her love
Will I be the one whom she loves?
Am I even deserving?

I wish I could see her again
My heart melts when I see her
A simple touch
Would drive me to sensual madness
And amidst the falling rain
I sit here, basking in sorrow
Gazing into the expanse of my imagination
All that remains
Of my dream
Of my life
Of my death
...Her ribbon