Poetry submitted by Louise on Thursday, September 04, 2003 at 9:55PM :

it isn't enough--
my hair tied to your rock
fool stone for philospher bone

what would I give to bring you back
breath mercy into your mind
reset your clock

there are dead leaves about us--
between us, Earth is mystery
and underneath, exhausted dread

have you slipped away
beyond pale dark eternity
or walk now, ghost unfed

I imagine your hands
thin with disbelief
grappling air

how you strike your heart
beat lament, pray for forgiveness,
to which I can not comfort nor kiss