~Random Hearts~

Fleeting--
foam
on the
sea waves,
breeze
in the
night.
A glimpse,
a
glance
shadowed
by the curtain
of your
dark hair;
or instead
by
the darkness
within--
by the
phantoms,
the cold
blooded
killer
within.
Passing--
the ghost
of an echoed
whisper,
the
memory
of a lost
dream.
One touch,
in
one frail
moment
of your
pale
icy hand
draws
needles
down
my spine
and leaves
me bereft
in leaving.
Who are you--
frigid ghost
of
the careless
half-smirk,
of the
corposant
feverish eyes
and the icefire
hands?
What
do
you leave
behind,
save
for
a nightmare;
and a burning,
a
yearning,
empty
upon
random
hearts.


~~(c) 7/4/00 The Mad Poet (A.K.LaBelle)