Sunday, October 08, 2006


She was all that world could see

made of promises to keep
laughing at the summer sky
with stolen whiskey and a smile

How she loved to hear them sing
drenched in moisture on her skin
secrets chased with no regrets
till she met her life of love

She was lost on rainy days
panes on clinging spheres of glass
one more sleepless book and dreams
as we watch her fall and break

(For Arya James and a lost piece of paper with the original Apple of My Eye scribbled on it )