By Eric Michael rr33@mailcity.com Date: 4 January 2000
The day you were born the sky lit fire bright red and blue, I stare, I stare deep into your soul. I lift my heart to your hand, You squeeze and squeeze, Until you see me ache and pain, Then you let go. To drop my heart to the ground. I try to beat back to your hand, You take me for a moment but drop my heart back to the ground.