Another one for the memory archives.

Another song unsung,

And tricky-truth, hurting lies.

From the oblivious of the obvious

We write on.

Lighting another candle in the mist of the night,

Singing our song.

Wired on the magic of poetry,

As it flows from fingertips.

Desired by the hearts yearning

Before it trips.

And yet, the glory of it all

Is lost in the magic,

The wonder of it all

Gone in the wind breeze.

Like some wizard's hat trick,

It flees.

Leaving you breathless for one last time

Caught in that moment of eternities.

(Feb 26, 2001)