Image

The rising sun of the too distant East
Gazes over the mountain range beyond
As the whispering waves crash to the shore
Gently, silently, all too peacefully.
She and I stand on the wondrous beach,
Held tightly in the arms of the other
So that no power might break us apart.
As I look in her eyes, my heart sinks low
Because they are gray, blank, so empty,
Void of color like the world around us.
There is no reality to find here;
No true love and no perfect sun rising.
It is an image, trapped inside my head
By some cruel demon or some loving god,
The difference between I cannot recall.
It is an image, cruel and wonderful.

7/27/05