Paul wrote this poem in late January of this year. - poetheart 02/18/02
I have nothing left to write about.
I only want to keep gazing at
The seagulls as the fog and sun
Fight to dim the atmosphere.
I only want to imagine journeys
Past my view and mysteries laying dormant
A lazy trickle of sunlight resolves
Itself and conquers my remaining breath.
I want to lay here unscathed by
The cold and untouched by the elements.
I want to exist in a solemn sense
And look inward, invisible and untouchable.
I want to permeate at my own discretion,
But for now, let me close my eyes and keep imaging.by Paul Papasavas