• i stare into a scene of reality
    and slip into fiction
    it comes without warning or remorse
    the pictures painted in my glazed eyes
    are somtimes of great tragedy either to befall me
    or old tragic occurrences
    these wicked somtimes deceitfull dreams
    sway my thinking to the one person i hope never to lose
    the one darling ever prevelant presence in every thought
    every deep crevass of my being
    that even i myself have dug up from a centry of solitude
    thinking of my beloved i am dropped into a catatonic state of thought it is unlikely i will ever awaken from my depth of thought this sea of passion and love