Wednesday, May 17, 2006


I have not written
yet each day it crosses my mind a million times
I have not called
yet I still dream of your voice each night
trying to imprint it in my brain forever
I have not let myself go there
yet I find my self saying that
from the very spot I don't want to go
already there, I continue each day
in the hopes that I will find
someone like you in my future
I walk these narrow passages praying
one day I may see your face again
I breath deep
remembering the essence of your presence
hoping to find that scent again
I gaze into the distance of the setting sun
wondering what the future holds
I move forward
continuing this frequency
and balance between
medieval castilla pueblo
and binary code


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