I am but a voice

A crafter of words,

The keeper of dreams;

I am the heart that aches,

The bearer of tears

An ear that hears the silent screams.

I am but a whisper

A thought, sometimes entertained,

The one who gave his heart;

I am the gentle soul,

The softest touch caressing you

Though we are far apart.

I am the fool

The wisdom long since lost,

The guardian of trust;

I am naivety,

Who confuses love

With that cruel impostor - lust.

July 6th, 2002