9:30 p.m.-4 May-99

That dream I saw

Not a new thing it was

For it was full of you and you

And a little bit of me

And in the dream

I as holding something red

My heart in my hand

I gave it to you

Wishing that you hold it

But you drew not your hand forward

I needn’t say

That little thing

As it fell

It broke

I swear I swear…

I saw it right there

In the dream I said was nothing new

Except that the dream was true