By kevin urenda, kluless70@hotmail.com
Date: 26 October 1998

The color of need

My world was a 
predictable one just
a few short weeks ago
Dependable me
forgotten passion
yet still not bereft
of its purpose, even so.
Cast in stone was
my heart, I thought,
until along came the
ocean, the blueness of your need,
crashing in wave after 
thundering wave to break
the stone into pieces small
enough to carry off
to the depths of your own heart

10/15/98