(by Jann Castor 7/20/04)
the holiness of the heart unceasing
made me once ponder and seek -
Is there more than loving?
I will yearn and rust for centuries without knowing
until you come into sight -
yet, still vanishing as an elusive muse?
tell me now the story of yours
so I could believe the tides are made of more than water
could my yearning be all in vain?
I pledge not to seek the answers if you ponder as I
while putting a new dress on
to dazzle me with your blamelessness and conceit -
so I could ponder and seek
until the twilight breaks into amethyst.
copyright Jann C. Castor © 2004