rest of desire
she sits by the tracks
eyes locked to the moon
concentrating on everything but
she fails to see the dire need
and everything seems to be next
looking at what never seems to come
she seems to be divided in faith
wanting not to be, but to know

she stands up by the trees
to measure her height
but reach not hi enough
she stop and steals a leaf
and reads it to her faith
body loathing for that gentle touch
she seems to be convinced of the new
wanting to be, but not to know

A.J. Dinardo - 01/20/1999