a Poem

T. Cook

2003 Aug 12

my memories of you, and the longing
which set you as the brightest star in the sky
it was folly of me to try to reach you
with my clumsy, adolescent words
i dwell on these melancholy thoughts
and a wistful smile passes my lips
bitter tears flow down my cheeks
and i want to see you again
but i am afraid - can it be that time
has hidden from me my dreams?