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Thursday **This is a poem I wrote years ago. It is merely stream of consciousness writing, my reflections on a Spring afternoon about life and love. I've edited two names from it, because they don't mean anything to me anymore. It's title is simply the date: March 2, 1999 I sit on the front steps, and daydream. The sun burns my skin, only to be immediately chilled by the cold breath of Winter. She reminds me that she still reigns supreme, But soon her lungs will weaken till she breathes no more. I dream about the boy, and the other, about the weekend, and the next, and the months to come. My life is one single strand of anticipation, never ceasing for a moment. I yearn for the next minute, next hour, and yet when I have them am never satisfied and always thirst for more. I need closure. I need to be told that everything will be OK. I need someone to hold me tight. I need, I need, I need... My needs are as endless as my wants, as my anticipation. The shadows are getting closer now. Winter blows a bit harder, night is coming, and then She will be able to re-assert her power over the earth. The few leaves left on the ground toss anxiously, wanting to be -- some other place. Some other place -- that would be nice. Where I needn't worry about the next minute, the next day, the next week. Some place warm, filled by the burning sun, yet near to a Winter place, so that I may visit her when I feel the need. Maybe my needs are simply dreams. Like this one. Some last years, others only seconds, and yet when one dissappears another takes its place. The sun falls submissively. The days are coming when he will stay longer, and longer, and show his true power. But for now, Winter still reigns. And I still daydream, still need, still feel. ( 4/24/2003 08:47:00 PM ) Lisa#
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