A Greek evening

Tis early eve
Thor’s hammer crashes overhead
Loki is playing with the lights
The Autumn leaves are fallen
They swirl softly beneath my feet
I see nothing.

My thoughts have taken wings
to roam the sky
in the fast approaching dusk
I think of you;
of beauty;
of God wielding the artist’s brush

Am I in your dreams?

27/07/2002 00:43AM (midnight – sad that history is repeating itself)