Somewhere, somehow yesterday this nurse let down her guard and in walked a sense of pride. She chased and chased away the shadows of herself revealed from the object of her desire. The sight was not a pretty one for invisible she seemed to be as one more beautiful in nature blocked out her glimmering glow. Now she turns to leave real slowly as the glimmer that never was real glows within her illusional mind, and the world of reality but a nightcap away.
My Lady White This one is not with out heart To see what could have been Had you the flame To light the wick Of my soul. But I burn by another's touch Who's light outshines all others Before my eyes And my heart. My Lady White I beseech thee Do not douse your own light For mine are but one set of eyes And where they are blind to your glow There is another who will know who will see who will feel Beauty Love And Life By its flame
[This message has been edited by Andrew Scott (edited 03-02-2000).]
They know where I am!