Distraction


Thoughts wandering oft,
upon features fair;
to bright shining eyes,
and long flowing hair.

Nothing holds my gaze,
though long may I stare;
her face in my mind,
I see nothing else there.

My fancy takes flight,
and I hear her voice; 
beautiful and clear -
I smile at the noise.

In daydreams she speaks,
all I wish she would say;
bringing warmth and joy,
to me as I lay.

Hard truth will soon come,
invading my soul;
for all of my hope,
I will not be whole.

But I dream awhile -
delaying despair,
until the time when,
I no longer care.



(c) 2002 Robert H. Harrison