Yesterday, Tina wanted me to write a poem. We were in Dee’s eating, so I pulled out a pen and took a napkin and started writing. It’s not that good, but here it is none-the-less.

The winds, the whisper of a light
A sunset that leads toward a magical night
Auburn as the hair that falls over deep brown eyes
Bright as the fire that a sole heart beating cries
So the story is set and is played
Day to night yet the set always stayed
Never an end to dreams or to wishes
Love always exists from the heart towards it’s misses.

And here is a short one I wrote with her first name

Towards enlightenment a path must be tread
Infinity must be found, mastered, and fed
Never is found when a heart beats true
Alas, not until love see’s your heart through.

Anyways, nothing much happened today. Just me being bored. And it’s bedtime. 😉 Nite all.
Matt

---

Filed under: Uncategorized - @ December 3, 2001 3:50 am