Steeped Dreams.

I liked your faded dress,
your worn out shoes,
and the way you stood in the center of the room
and I really was fond of the way that your eyes never left mine
even though there were so many people inbetween, in and out of the scene
I smiled right back at you,
for the longest moment
the shortest instant of forever ever
remminiscent
of that sailor's small living room, in a half desert
/The Beatles/
where we stared for so long.

Letters.

I know that it's uknown,
I can see that it's hidden
I've yet to feel the winds that have blown
Or smell the roses that are carried with them

But when I do
I'll describe it for you.