Times!

There are times
When all that I hold dear
Seem colorless and empty.
When everything beautiful
Looks ugly, disfigured
Though they be lovely.

There are times
When even the most beautiful song
Fails to pacify my heart.
When the most fragrant roses
Refuse their sweetness to me,
Though much they smart.

There are times,
And this is one of them,
Nothing makes me happy.
So I need to here with me.
Can you be there?
Can you be with me?


- October 6, 2002