It is like water washing up on a beach

Or like a sudden chill in the air

The way it comes, you half expect it

But still are surprised when your feet get wet

Or when your hug your arms close to yourself



In the dark, we never see it but we can feel it

We can't touch it, no matter how badly we want to

The way it hovers, barely touching us

The Sound of it, or is it just a sensation

Of deep abiding silence



Out of the corner of our eyes we get a glimpse

We turn, and it is gone, it was fleeting

But we know it was there, for an instant

We miss it, we long for it to come back

We yearn for what we don't remember



While we dream, we try to capture it

In our gossamer webs of fantasy

Our dream fingers clutch at it

But it floats away, taunting us

Because we never really had it anyway



Our tears feed the hole in our souls

The garden of darkness grows, and bears fruit

Of despair and wanting, yearning need

We are afraid to pick the fruit

Because of what it says about us.



We need, we want, we desire

Our dreams tell us, just as our hearts do

Our souls beg for it, awake and in sleep

We know what we forgot was never gone

We just misplaced it for awhile

A poem by Tammy� 2000
music: "Shine On, You Crazy Diamond i-v" - Pink Floyd

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