Skiah Their eyes meet across separate worlds. Each one crying deep within. The flourescent moon casting shadows,               eerie and dark. A cold breeze storms through their hearts; a tiny tear trickles down her face. The breeze gets colder. Images and memories flow freely, like a gentle river that never stops. Sensing the coming tide, they gently turn away. Loneliness attacks their hearts. It becomes more painful everyday. Tears that flow and never stop.           Heartache,           loneliness, lost and forgotten by all . . .           but them. © 1989 ReNae