Swirling Steam At Four AM

[La Luna Unita]

Swirling steam at four AM.
Looking out over coffee,
I see a friend, a brother, a connection
Someone to put my hand out to,
Stretch my fingers,
Grasp a dream.

Talents I may have, yes,
And maybe vision too,
But nothing in my head I want to share so much
As the thoughts that separate us:
The things I can't divine on my own,
The questions I have to ask,
I have to listen because I can't guess the answers.

I wish I were tall sometimes,
With big fuzzy hair because it fits you well,
And big feet in black shoes
That spread out for ten feet under the table,
So that I have to shift my own legs to fit in between
And not kick you.

Over swirling steam, catching your last grin,
I have to smile back
At a friend, a brother, a connection
A dream I never knew I wanted.

-Dedicated to Jess and Jef

[crazy a]

I like the third stanza the best. [img]smile.gif[/img]

And by the way...Hannibal, Mach, this is my friend Luna from elsewhere in HB. Luna, this is Hannibal and Mach, and this is Word and Voice where I come to every now and then. In fact, I'm probably overdue for a posting. [img]redface.gif[/img]

[La Luna Unita]

Hehehe... I already know Hanny, Crazy A! I came by to offer criticism on some of his poems and got inspired in the process. Thanks for the introductions and kind words, however.

[Hannibal]

Yah crazy a!
[img]smile.gif[/img]
but thanks for the re-intro.
It has been a LONG time since i've spoke to La Luna on HB, and it's nice to see her here.
As for you Crazy A, i thought you had died!!!
you are well overdue for a posting, but it's like they say, you can't force it.