moday morning dreaming

It's funny , when i was a sprot my heroes were always the good guys , the lone ranger , luke skywalker , superman..etc... but siince me teens my heroes have been the anti-heroes , ones like the punisher , dexter , wolverine, even mel gibson in tequila sunrise....i guess the romanticism of the antihero - unafraid to cross the line , unwilling or unable to conform to societies rules of wrong or right....or of acceptable behavior..

anywhooo....

asleep at night she enters my dreams

beautiful visions that touch my soul and calm my fear.

cascading through my heart

desperately i search for her , always out of reach

echoes of my longing reverberate through the world

fatal beauty or feverish dream?

ghostly music fills my head as i dance with her in my mind

how far away in life , how close in spirit

i will always wonder , what if?

just the fact of that special person , gives me hope.

keeping my heart grounded and my dreams alive.

lost moments when she is gone , reborn when she appears,

my hope springs eternal , as the poets say

new days stretch far ahead.

orchestras of angels herald her voice,