Did I See? 

Come back to me on dream canvas 
seamless landscapes 
wide open mind-fields... 

Help paint my portrait of you 

I do no justice to your baby angel face 
wisened heart attached to your sleeve-- 
A see-er, a sage... a Poet? 
Throaty low moans of resistance 
soul-locked pain unspilled 

And my question's unanswered still... 

Your eyes were black velvet windows 
I fell through 
endlessly... 
into you

 January 1998
  -

The Tribal Soul Kitchen