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