Crisses | I drift

Eve? to R. - 11-15-86

I drift, so slowly
   through the Realm of Real
Three fates, are braided,
   and we within all...
Mirrored, a shadow, a savior
   A pen in hand, a face so grand.
Life is changing, one is one,
   And two apart...
Will we ever be set free?
   I want to hear you sing to me...
Unbearable, the separation...