headlong_dream Kate The wisps of a headlong dream 04.09.02-04.26.02 Where do I begin Describing this, which has ended Your eyes gaze across the room In every direction but mine “Alone with my great plans” I attempt to convey my mixed emotions Through poetry and knitted scarves Lyrics and melodies sweep over me Bringing memories of your face, of those ever passing moments The lights are off every morning in the instrument room My paranoia suspects two figures behind the row of saxophones I walk out saddened and alone, remembering what is gone A sugarcane packet, taken from a shutter-covered restaurant where five once sat Empties into a Holy Mary candle Crystals slowly burning, turning golden brown in the flame I walk outside. Tonight, the stars will shine for you. 020426 what's it to you? who go blather from