30 April 98


not entirely as clear as glass
sometimes things are not
so clearly one or another
to have a focused clarity
is a higher state of
being not all of us can aquire

25 May 1998


As I crossed the crest
into the grove I felt you
and was happy to see you again
but only for a moment before
I remembered that could
not be.
I think though, that you
were there smiling at
the beauty of the trees
and prodding me to return from the edge of the stream
where I was lurking
watching the bubbling water
thinking of you.

copyright raven victoria erebus