NEVER REALIZING HOW CLOSE I AM
I CONSTANTLY SEARCH FOR SOMEONE TO HOLD.
IN DISTANT, BLURRED CORNERS OF MY MIND
PICTURES, OR POSSIBLY DREAMS, RACE BY IN MULTITUDE.
SHALL I BE ALONE TIL ETERNITY ARRIVES
OR WILL THAT SPECIAL SOMEONE COME OUT OF HIDING.
ANTICIPATING THE JOY OF REVELATION
SECLUSION BECOMES THE ONLY CLEAR PICTURE.
ALL THAT REMAINS ARE PALE SHADES OF BLUE
THE FADING HOPE FOR JUST ONE DREAM TO COME TRUE.

Jon Andres