POETRY 2001

This was written late one night. D was working his night job at Spacelabs then, so I'd call him in the middle of the night and we'd talk for ages. If I was having a hard night-which was probably almost every night back then-he'd sing to me. I loved the sweet sound of his voice. He'd sing Buddhist songs, pop songs and his own songs. I loved them all. He had a wonderful knack for picking the exact song to comfort me with.

All I See

All I hear is your voice
singing to me.
All I see is this empty room.

I press the telephone to my ear hard
and bury my eyes deep.

All I hear is your voice
singing to me.

I will not see this room.
I hear you loud and clear.

So near,
so dear.

I bury my eyes and listen
all I hear is your voice.

coming in,
come on in.

Sweet,
sweet,
sweet
voice.

No body.
Nobody but me.

I hang up the phone
and all I see is you.

Dec 16th, 2001