March 05, 2000

Sunday Service

She inclines her head
not knowing she’s the object
he worships each week
basking in her radiant glow
light pours through stained glass windows

Posted by Midus at 07:19 AM

March 01, 2000

Yesterday... So Long Ago

Why are my yesterdays so long ago -
when all I did was close my eyes in sleep?
Are they gone to dance with youthful step
and flirt and lead a merry chase
amongst the memories in my heart -
to come again as joyful dreams
when they are needed most?
Will they greet me with a smile,
when conscious memory fades
and then become again
the present…
my today?

Posted by Midus at 08:00 PM