By Angel
Date: 6 February 1999

love's trance

I take an evening stroll thru a darkened wood,
feeling much happier than I should
(and braver too)
With the sky in my eyes,wide open for you,
(though, taut)
I pick daisies along a barren path,
skip merrily amongst the stones,
glory in the colors the canopy doesn't show
I see a prism the wood will never know;
for it is too deep, too dark too see
such a lovely thing
I round the bend and peek behind a tree
My heart leaps, when I see thee!

                            ANGEL