Poem For Kat E

 The night is whispering
 oddly, vexed and crying,
 broken to pieces,
 child like,
 cherished in temples
 only in your eyes.
 What is life without love,
 but oh,
 what is love without pain?
 The sublte catch, gets you every time:
 silky, voracious, ephemeral, contagious.
 And what remedy is there for pain
 except more love?
 The life cycle that breeds tears
 as it breeds daisies,
 births blood as it births laughter.
 All you can do sometimes
 is to see the signs along the road,
 glowing with surpressed love
 for you in their glinting yellow sides,
 catch a pair of familiar eyes
 in every passed streetlight,
 and know that you are not alone.
 You are never alone.

~From your Becky~