dream_but_a_door Glyn Maxwell Dream but a door slams then. Your waking is in the past. The friend who left was the last to leave and that left you, calm as a man. Wash in a slip of soap belonging only a week ago to a girl but yours now and washed to a nothing. As you and she, friends and not. Eat to the end as toast, the loaf she decided on, only last Saturday last. The crust is what you said you'd have. So have. Stop by the calendar, though, and peel. The colour today is yellow, and you will never remember what that means -'J'. Drink to the deep the coffee, down to the well of the dark blue cup. The oaf with the nose of steam is alive and well again. Look up. 020926 ... ~gez~ i dream not but of a door, but going through your door. into the room, and to see you peacefully sleeping makes me feel great. come and kiss you gently on the forehead, then go again. you di not even kow i was here, then the dream is all gone 020926 ... mon night day an endless_hallway sleep escaping until i find the lock_and_key 030831 ... oldephebe "dream but a door" very elegant, very polished - really enjoyed reading this one GM 030831 what's it to you? who go blather from