GERALD LUCAS Glance

I catch her glance from across the room, she smiles meets my eyes. A simple look, now only a memory, washed away by the tides of people that go and go, faces stony cold. The thought is not as fleeting holding the emotions that were there inside my real imagination. Many faces places that we've been, people that were good for a laugh, a cry, how easy to say good-bye. We ran and flew, jumped and soared held each other under the new moon, a starry map on the sky non-intrusive showing the way away. Deserts were oceans easily crossed, nothing could stifle the scent of a dewy morn glistening for us in the verse we created, and controlled, and gave our lives for. If only for a moment, the time it takes to smile she was mine, and I her's. The conflicts of reality have taken her away, a frosty stranger casting his spell and blending her with the rest. What happened to that comforting embrace, that free will of love, has it succumbed to hate, or indifference? 1991

14 April 1998; 2.0