| Drifters I cast my heart upon the wind, hoping someone finds it. Or maybe yet it�ll hit another, drifting close to mine. Maybe they will look inside, for something they might need. Or I will look inside of theirs, and see what I can find. Anyway I�ve found a few, but nothing I could use. One I found was interesting, slim chance but may work out. It wasn�t drifting or flying by, it was hidden but I peeked. I have since returned it, she was grateful there�s no doubt. But still I saw that sparkle, when she held out her hand. Her eyes never left me, as I looked deep inside. That is when she touched me, taking back her heart. On mine she left her fingerprint, there it still resides. To this day it still remains, I touch it now and then. My dreams are filled, with her smiles, as I plan to wait. Still much uncertainty, but this one I won�t rush. Way too much has happened, for anything but fate. The Masked Writer <-.-> (C) 2001 T Lovett |