Yesterday is gone and so is she,
leaving apparitions in the air...

I wait in the park at
the spot where we used to meet...

The only reason
that I can come up with...

America, freedom in a cage,
feel it dying in fear and rage...

Caught in cobwebs of the past
consuming heart, mind, and vision...

Each day my shadow
thinner and less dark where it falls...

I sit and wait
as the hours pass...

Trampled in the dirt
a maroon stained ring...

It's hard to put a shirt on
with a knife in my back...

The night air saturated with haunting music
aboriginal chants pull down the weeping moon...

Once i had a deep, magical,
love affair...

Underneath the summer spice sun,
beneath cocrete glacier clouds...