MY WICKED THOUGHTS II

At the end of the night

when the magic is fading

& frustrations are growing

and the night air is freezing

In the entrance

to home & friends

who are sleeping

behind locked doors

& open windows

across dark ravines.

He's standing there helpless

and I watch & I dream...

© MARCH 18, 2000 By Jason Wright

-FOR BRAD MICHAEL CHAMBERLIN-

Who Inspired, Shared, & Made Real