While waywardly wandering toward
the whispering willows weeping their
leafy tears into the sleepy stream,
i remember: i'm wet when i fall into you.
Dry in your absence; no longer whole.
Withering until you sway me with your caress
and your wind lifts me once more.

10/15/2003

Author's Note: This poem was created on the New Beat Forum board...many thanks and a round of applause to Ariel, Jacquelyn, Maryellen, and Agnes! :)

Posted on 10/16/2003
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