By Steve Soskin   intersys@cruzio.com  http://lovers.base.org
Date: 15 January 1998

ICE

  I came home with my dreams last night, 
  memories ripping away the tissues of fantasy 
  leaving the cold truth churning up my insides 
  For who are we to question what we do, 
  What right have I to meddle in the lives of others? 
  What meaning can there be in hurt? 

  Yes, I came home with my dreams last night 
  leaving love safely behind me 
  nestled away for another. 
  Love, with its warmth and caring 
  hidden there, breathing, animate, alive 
  waiting to be rekindled 
  but not for me. 

  Tears once hot, love-laden now creep icily 
  down a wretched torn face 
  scarred by love's hurts, 
  lines etched by responsibility 
  so deep as to be engrained throughout 
  the soul. 

  Oh, I came home with my dreams last night 
  and they were nightmares!