mhc@brunix.UUCP (Mark Copley) (04/10/85)
Expires: References: Sender: Keywords: How comfortable this warmth feels before my eyes Held between the lids and the lashes Forming clinging pools of misery That slowly drain Flowing down the familiar path Down the cheek to touch the corner Of the mouth tastes of salt Washed away by the rain Mixed smells of damp woolen sweater Wet leaves and grass Night air and mist Mingle in lifeless dull pain Riding silent in the night Walking with the shadow dog Moving away from it all Til it hurts less again