the poetry of Charles Fry

3 May 2006

so we meet again

last night again in my torrid sleep
i turned and looked at you
pierced those eyes so deep
absorbed that haunting glance

escape again?
to where?
lost
roaming
dreaming

and yet you return
as if to tell me
that which i've waited
silently to hear
that which would free me

if only

Copyright © 2006 Charles Fry