"HER DREAMING & SLEEP"

Watching the reflection of art in my eyes...

The voice of the woman with the sight;

In disguise...

"This man loves you."

She whispers

& I know that it's true;

That I loved another -

You should know;

It was you.

I stumbled away with the words:

"Jesus Christ"...

I wandered the stairwell

& ignored her advice.

I dreamed you were here

to hear me confess.

I wrote but the writing was a shadow & fettered

by all that my mind refused to express...

San Francisco was dream like...

But the memory is death.

© DECEMBER 24, 2000 By Jason Wright