:echoes:

At perhaps four o' clock in the morning
some part of me would awake
and see you (or perhaps just your echo), sitting,
building block cities in my mind.

And at midnight, for years, I would whisper goodnight
and then, and only then, drift to sleep
while dreaming so hard that I was holding you
wondering if you felt it.

From November to July, my only words to you
were accidental
and your eyes
Or perhaps the echo of them
was more than I could bear to look into.

And now, perhaps, the danger has passed
If danger ever ceases in Limbo
You run, it seems, on my words alone
I see, for once, the truth of you
The sunshine in the sky.

date:September 25, 2007
This was done for Creative Writing class. We had to write a poem about a series of memories, each stanza a different memory. So, I wrote about Mr. Bunny-Boy, because when I tried to think of a memory, I saw the pink glowy light of my mind, and it reminded me, as always, of the memory in the first stanza. If that makes any sense to you, congratulations. Limbo is not refering to a stick, but rather the place where the souls of the departed wait to see if they go to Heaven or Hell. It is often used to represent a state when thengs could go one way or another.