Who are we
that scratch and scribe out soft words
tapping in the dark...
Searching, for some lost memory
from a forgone life
perhaps childhood
We who measure and make
our thoughts, for all to see
Sometimes crying in the night alone
for some distant dream or pain
always wishing
seeking our peace
Who are we
that tap upon uncaring machines
as if we could be comforted...
if we found the perfect thoughts
to say how we feel
laid gently on paper
We who measure and make verse
to guide ourselves back
Found in some lost, forgotten treasure
we believe once existed, or hope to find
one more time... forever
perhaps a lover
Who are we
that scratch and scribe out soft words
tapping in the night...
searching, for some lost memory
from a forgone life
We are dreamers, who still believe
I wish you well, to find your dream
Happy New Year
my Friends of AP
Richard Lee





































