for_klarchen The_dark_knight A sheaf of her poems clutched to my heart Restlessly i wait, for my Muse. I pass the time dreaming Wakefully-- Not to miss her rise so gently streaming. You are that line crossed forever behind me.... As i furiously scribble bathed in your light. Smiling sweetly down on me Showerful dews of sorrow That i will drink away with posey..again, and again And higher, and higher,..higher Where nothing longer binds us or holds us apart We will rip the skies asunder Together 000808 what's it to you? who go blather from