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...a friend is a stranger waiting to be met...
It Was You I Saw
THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE...
PLANET ARET
. . . CONVERSATIONS IN POETRY . . . . CONVERSATIONS IN PROSE . . . .
...a friend is a stranger waiting to be met...
It Was You I Saw
September 6, 1998
sometimes I don't want to feel
and I avoid some of the words
or the glimpses of life found only
in the corners of my eyes...
this does not seem to be one of those nights...
out of the corner of my eye, felt in
my heart, heard whisper, sweet and low
and clear, wasn't it?
no? are you sure? i could have sworn...
but you're probably right. you're too
tall, short, dark haired, fair, solemn,
carefree. too wrong, too right. just
not meant for me.
so another day passes and i have stayed
here, at this desk, too long again.
like a slide show
people come and go
in brief images
which one is real?...
the only way to know
is to let feelings flow
through brief images
and trust what you feel
... a friend is a stranger waiting to be met ... a friend is a stranger wanting to be met ... a friend is a stranger willing to be met ...
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