That Strange Feeling

It's that strange feeling of intimacy filtering into my dreams, that ushered me into the biege of sunlight, after the rain-ravaged                 night. The sweet-nothings that you spoke to me huddled me into a pahlanx of recollec-               tions where we only existed among the galaxy of stars. Haven't these striations and the ambient           silence of Spring's dark night, that brought us face             to face with the quietness we were huddled into?How do you feel about this poem? Written March 14th, 2002 © on Mar 13 2002 03:40 PM PST   love