(June 1999. Millennium… The result of another sleepless night.)

The night grows cold

clouds fill the void between

the stars and this Earth this

land that birthed you and I

Hold me closer

for fires of destruction rain down on

these cities centuries old looking in

to the maw of a new millennium

Still touch my heart

that I might know that somehow

you still need me and don’t want

to be lonely in this dark

The lights still glow

in the black roof of this slowly

dying world and are no

longer a silent comfort

Slow these grey clouds 

that swallow the sky in

their shadow path ––– towns torn

apart ––– such flames! such stench!

Don’t let me see!!

Touch my skin     hold me     for

an ill chill stalks my soul

in these visions tonight. 

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