1115 hrs July 7th 2004

She's got a way about her,

I don't quite know

what it is.

As she breaks

into that gentle

half smile.

As she treads

into that uncertain

half step.

Her eyes

curl into crescent shaped

half moons.

She speaks

like a girl

halfway

into womanhood.

A certain

girlish earnestness,

and

a world weary woman's

wisdom.

Like the lazy rousing sun

on a late Saturday morning,

she slips quietly

into that empty void

of my life.

But those gorgeous

brown eyes,

and

careful uncertain style,

she marked her entry

and presence

into my life

with that

full creamy whiteness.

Sometimes

I wonder,

if I imagined

all this.

The smallness

of her breathe,

the delicate waft

of her scent.

the tender caress

of her touch.

My life

has always

been a battle.

Between light

and darkness.

As soon as

warm sunshine

lands

on my skin,

Darkness

will sweep up

all remnants

of love

and joy.

Baby,

can you feel

the burning fear,

the torture

of insecurity,

the torment

of losing you?

If only,

you can hold me now,

and feel,

a little bit

of my

disquietude.