Friday, October 29, 2004
Someone take me fishing in the vastness of the Pacific;
I promise that somewhere out there, surrounded by nothing but the blue of sky and sea, I will disarm myself of reminiscence and pretexts -- for the ocean holds enough tears of its own.
On nights like this, my mind is filled with questions i dare not ask aloud;
Where are you? pardon my neediness, but i'm unaccustomed to admitting i am lonely.
What are you doing? If anything at all, are you still smiling?
How, how long more? I fear that I don't wait as well as wine.
Do you think of me? So much sings your name, always, always.
And this is enough. At least, enough for the time being.
Happy Birthday.
sherry @ 9:50:00 am
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