dressing in the parlour
the feeling filters into
the limelight and fades.
i sit alone watching
the irradescent glow
of patrons of love.
envelope themselves in bloom.

when newspapers shape
their oncoming doom
the sentrys of desire
stand on the beach as
the toll of love shows
in the tides effect, on the sands.

i am understated
on the reefs of the future
i stand in the neighborhood
alone in my constant library
disolved on the new persons shore
all to be accomplished
meandering on tommorrow..

xahn 98