(jann c castor, 12th of October,1998)      

...sometimes, when you  win, you lose. Or, it could be the other way around! 


 the door.
It spoke to you and me.
Resonating rust. Unhurried motion. Torpor.
We looked through a crack; there was nothingat first.
Oh, dreams in motion.They were there, of course!
and meadows at night
with the moon so silent.
and instead of clamor there were glances with no fear
ice cream and strawberries covered with puffy clouds of cream!
Look! The skies became blue just after all blue was gone!
and the grass follows the green in your eyes!
Our souls like water
pouring into glass so clear and strong
rapturously ravishing  crystal walls
that don't break!
My heartbeat was where it could hearand feel yours
and there is allwe needed.
Let's look again sometimes.
Through escape. And wander. 
And through thought that stick to flesh and mind.
Tear them off, one by one.
Until all is done and no stone is left unturned.
copyright  Jann C. Castor  © 1998,WGA