The sky is dark this morning
rain falls, making travel
a suicidal dream
I speed past friends
and strangers,
Joan Jett driving me on
pushing me me through the limits
with her angst filled lyrics and
pounding chords electrifying
my blood abnd clearing the early morning fog
from my mind.

Ahhh, audio java

But as the rain crashes
upon my windshield, I
am warmed by a single
realization
This morning my soul
does not cry with the clouds
For the first time,
in a long time,
my soul doesn't shed a tear
but smiles and laughs-
because of her
Last night her hands were cold
so we shared ablanket
 whikle we watched the bombing
of Kosovo on CNN
and other depressing subjects
Thanks to 60 Minutes
And we talked
about us, life,
cruise missiles,
Vandenburg Air Force Base
not being on alert....
She was worried about my age,
me moving away,
the fact she had bared her soul to me,
that i had been there to see her weak
And I was worried, quit simply,
about why she was with me
So we held each others hands
and cuddled under the blanket
while we watched the bombs
fall over Yugoslavia
through the eyes of a
military class low- light camera