Monday, April 14, 2008


Statement to a Shadow

by Don Schaeffer

When I close my eyes, images of common things
play on my inner dream eyelid,
movies of talking to you.

But you are a dream I had in the past.
You are the fresh face on the brand new street.
You are the shared touch of hand on hand

I was not entitled to then,
and much less am I
entitled to you now.