A Sad Man

A sad man
Clad in black,
Sitting all alone again.

Why is he sad--
What's in his head?
He will not answer me.

My spirit
Lives within a flower
That he stares at everyday.

A sad man,
Clad in black,
Crying in my dreams.

His tears come to me
And I share them
While it rains.

I cry for him,
Because he cries--
And it rains.

A sad man,
Clad in black,
Waits silently for me.

He stole away,
In the darkest night,
My book of my minds writing.

Now, with chin in hand,
And elbow on desk,
He listens to my ghost.

A sad man,
Clad in black,
Dreaming of my voice.