Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Read or Listen:


I met a man in the daytime
bright summershine
hold hand time.

I fell in love like the kids do
and the birds sang.

Then the sweet sun set gray
and the dusk crept in
and the air chilled at the end of the day.

His fangs grew and blood drooled
and his smile went away.

I had faith like the kids do though the birds were still.
I loved him even as he drained my heart.
I love him still.

And now each night with a sober grin
he feasts upon my soul.

Though I wax paler year by year
my love will not let go.

jd appx. 1981