<name> 

Even the name an oasis -
Recollects images
Half remembered,
Half dreamt.
 
And when I whisper
Your name
In the howling gale,
It builds for me a shelter,
And offers me hope;
For a future - pieced
From fragments of the past
Of misread promises
In an unholy bed
- a jagged conversation
Journeyed by air.
 
Words on paper offering -
Read
Re-read
Soak up the message,
Leave nothing;
Still look for signs
To become
<name>-
My <name>

gareth j m saunders
http://www.garethjmsaunders.co.uk
(c) 2002