Paul sent me this new poem from Arizona last month. - poetheart 06/10/02
I question her curious ways
As she tells me about a story
And a life she never knew
She tells me of profoundness
But empty lies all around
She tells me of her memories
But never about her times
She tells me about the laughter
But always sheds a tear
She whispers a few words
But never finishes her thoughts
She cried on my shoulder...and cried
Her fragile being, as delicate
As the frost laden fruit
Scattered in the field
Wondering when the sun will
Come up
Wondering if the darkness will
Bring the end
She whispers to me and I listen
Her words never forgotten...
by Paul Papasavas