Diehards
8/16/95
They sit in the darkness
Whispering to each other.
Confiding deep desires and dreams,
sharing fantasies of days that may never come.
They pull each other further
into another world.
A world where their words run free,
Where the impossible is at hand.
These two catapult,
Vaulting over the barriers, the walls.
Leaping into a world of stars, moonlight,
and soft caresses to their deepest hearts.
The world left behind,
They speak so hushed that they
might be mistaken for a breeze in the ear.
A breeze of the coolest refreshment.
With a whispered adieu
They separate words from worlds.
The peace of the night engulfs them once more,
This time in slumbers of the memories they shared.
Future Daze
8/16/95
She waits - a million thoughts
running through her head.
She wonders - a million dreams
loom undetermined.
She hopes - a million to one
that she's doing the right thing.
She looks - a million words
and none of them spoken.
He waits - a million thoughts
running through his head.
He wonders - a million dreams
loom undetermined.
He hopes - a million to one
that he's doing the right thing.
He looks - a million words
and none of them spoken.
They go - a million thoughts
running through their heads.
They wonder - a million dreams
loom undetermined.
They hope - a million to one
that they're doing the right thing.
They look - a million words
they have left to be spoken.
Jennifer Kelbaugh
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