(c)opyleft 1995-2008 Matthew Lewis Carroll Smith
Often, to myself, in my own mind I have wished for treasure I could find: the sweetness of you in summer nights or dreamy days of dear dual delights.
I'd take the gems from those I defeat, lay victory laurels at your feet. I'd beseech the heavens for a sign; when I could have an hour of your time.
But be it a day or an hour; all the time spent under your power gathered up carefully, placed with art, remains eternally in my heart.
May 7, 1997
here is something I hope is doing no evil.
there could be more of them