By Erik Sanchez     foofida@yahoo.com
Date: 14 February 2000

Imagine it not

Cataract clouding my mind,
Boogeyman haunting my dreams. 
Dawn to dusk, 
Dusk to dawn,
I cant elude her,
I cant evade her,
She is all I ever see.
From head to toe,
I cant let go.
As slowly it is percieved,
Then slowly I know,
her love for he is genuine.
But maybe I will be lucky,
maybe it is her and I ,
That is meant to be.