Here I sit deep into the night, a flickering candle my only light. Lost deep in thought of my past, wondering do I have a future. I live in the past for my happyness lies there sleeping in my memory waiting for a trumpet call to waken to my present time. My memories haunts me my soul crys for you see I am alone.

    I pen stories of gay love but here I sit alone, no one to hear my beating heart no one to comfort my hurting soul. The flickering yellow light, my only light as my eyes search  the darkness of my soul they are looking for my happyness to bring forth into the light but they only find fading memories my eyes continue to search and they find it in the past for they see none in the present as my heart beats it's slow beat like that of a old worn drum as if each beat spells surrender your quest for all is lost.

    You loved once but you have lost. Memories of the past dance in the light that once shown onto 2 happy faces now that light has dimed as it shines on one tear stained face as the darkness bleeds the life from my once happy soul. I live in my memories for you see there is where my boy waits for me with open arms and his love for me deep in my past there was a boy who loved me. As I lay down to sleep the darkness surrounds me I lay in my lonely bed. My tired eyes searching the darkness but only shadows cast by the moon shining through the window are those of me.

    Then I drift off to sleep and in my humble dreams my boy comes to me. We embrase as I smell his sweetness and feel his smooth skin. I look into his happy shining eyes so blue like a sea. I search his soul and all I see is his love for me. We snuggle in the green grass looking at the clouds talking of our lives together and living till we're old and gray loving and caring for each other as there is no one else. I feel his warm breath on my skin as his head rests on my chest. My hands holds my boy close to me our hearts beat with joy of the love we share for each other, for you see my boy is so perfect that even Michealanglo would be Jelous of me and my boy, as I dream there is not present no past just me and my perfect boy.

    As night breaks into dawn my boy is taken from me lifted up on angels wings as he soars above me on his golden wings I see tears streaking his face driping down onto me. The golden rays of the morning sun awakens me from my deep sleep and life goes on, me alone, but life goes on. For you see it never stops it continues on like a beating heart as a old man dies a boy child is born for life goes on. As I travel alone in life but I know as the sun sets at the end of the day my boy will come back to me In my dreams I never lost him for I love my perfect boy who loves a person like me.

Stephen W.Warrington
August 4th, 2000