By dQ
Date: 16 September 1999

Maybe after...

I can't go the right speed for you it may seem...
 Intimate and lightened by your glow
Gone...the connection, the waiting, the joys of the slow.

A bit less, a smile removed, a voice unheard...
 No message waiting, hoping, wanting for the sound
of another who feels the path, and hears the the same ground.

How do you find the time now that there is so much to do...
 Remember just sitting by the pool and thinkin' crazy?
Being bored together, "Hey, lets go to the drive-in movies".

Are those days gone where there are too many hours in a day?...
 Not enough friends to just hang around and I wondered,
How events slip away and my dreams get plundered.

But they're alive (a bit beat up), perhaps a bit more prescious...
 These dreams of life, love and simple laughter.
If they aren't meant for me just now, maybe after...