Appellant's Brief


something i wish i wrote ...

you are the wind
on a mist kissed morning
while i
am the dust motes
traipsing around your

you are the light
that takes away the
from the valley
and the alleys

i am that darkness

in my hands
you are softer than
sifting sands

but i can only touch you
in my reservoir of worlds

for i cannot touch you
in your nearness

we are closer
when we're apart

Pleaded by Appellant on Wednesday, August 10, 2005 @ 8:21 AM with 0 Objections