To B.D.



In the heart of the Night
  when you're further away
    than before
      our love
        seems
         to be possible.

I don't say,
  seems to be real,
   'cause it's more real
      than this lamp
       or that window.

Yes,
  all of a sudden
   it seems to be possible
    when all your passions
      have ebbed away from me,

only the idea has stayed
  in its ideal form -
    wishful thinking.




Jan. 21, 2005