Hazel Vision

a port 
away from the storm 
lies swirlling 'round
clouding cold 
rain falls down 
upon the lids 
as she weeps 
soulful 
tender mercies 
pleading 
...just hold me 

sweeping 'round
the blue toes 
sinking into 
yesterday are 
the words 
...i love you 
scorching another
memory 
another time when 
there was 
music 
so she 
searches 
...begs for the vision
in your eyes 
to be an escape 
where a sun 
will set down the 
dreams 
and color her 
again
.... with the delight
of you 

(c) 11/01
Snow