In My Mind...

In My Mind...

Rick Beuttenmuller and Jonathan Smith

In my mind

I dream of you

And my heart is filled with love.

Old memories of you

Reflect off my mind

Like distorted images

In translucent bubbles.

Which pop in their fading

From time to time

I feel I must constantly

Blow more to keep up.

Some I expand as large as I can

In their reflection I see my face

Alone

Blown by the wind.

I am detached and

Soon my bottle is empty.

With the last bubble about to hit the floor

Tears fill my eyes and

Old memories of you

Burst all over my cheeks.

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Fall 1998/Spring 1999: Volume 8, Edition 1

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