Karma...

It is always like this.
I have to love you
While you stand apart
Warm, indulgent, drifting, lost.
Like my best poem for you
tantalizing, teasing, within grasp.

And then it eludes

Diffusing

Like a hazy memory
Like a morning dream
Like a vague thought.
Like a . . .
Like . . .
. . .

:-)

© Dan Husain
November 03, 2005