Deep black shadows
Caressing your face
As we travel
Hopeless, hopeless
On our quest.

I can't remember where
I don't want to
I don't really care.

Red, blue, purble, orange silhouettes
Chasing each other
Through starry nights
In your magnificent eyes
Catching moonbeams
Of blissful joy
In the cold rain.

How far we have come
I do not know
It won't matter
When we're done.

Pupeteers toying
With the minds of babes
Controlling everything
Controlling nothing 
But hard-wood figurines
Turning and twisting them
To their will
Stringless we are
But controlled nonetheless
By hands called many things
Subconcious, emotion, devotion, intellect.

                        07/13/93
                        8:30pm-8:35pm