three days
after
woke up
this morning
and the loneliness tore through me
like a freight train
the chill wind
outside my window
buffeted the dying leaves
in a final frenzy
of exultation
oh jesus send me an angel
free and reckless
with flowing hair and dancing eyes
a fragrance which intoxicates
and a touch that will guide me
on wild journeys
©1996 Phil Cohen