Thursday, August 07, 2003

The silence is deafening. I want.
The music someday will fade. I fear.
And we will part ways. I regret
Only the loss of you, not the knowing.

I can only love freely and openly.
When I take a step it is mine to take.
I have never lost balance,
Only stepped lightly, skirting the edge,
Looking back, recalling the beat of my heart,
The exhilaration.