Dream

Whistles and whirls and hums of blurs
Sounds filling the illuminated space
Waiting and watching never doth moves
Night passes on as the moon travels it's path
Through the eyes the soul peers longingly
Awaiting that which never arrives
Blink and it's morning and the chance is gone
Lids heavy close and it twas but a dream

            Feb 9th, 2000
            11:45pm