I don't know about tomorrow,
but today just slipped
through my fingers.
I'm always dreaming
of a perfect yesterday.
Right now I want to know
which way is the sky
and which way is below.
I keep my head straight,
but the world keeps spinning
around
and around
and around.
My mind is a blur
and memories are windows
to dreams and experience,
both of which have left me
dry and alone.
My heart cries, "Holy One!"
and my body wants to die.
I didn't ask for this masquerade
or anyone that loved me.
I just wanted an ocean
to fly above and to dive into,
to know where angels slept
and called themselves unworthy.
My heart just explodes
every time I think of you.
6-15-92
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