As if we have <br />any answers. <br />Still, we imply. <br /> <br />All that I have come <br />to believe in: <br /> <br />the measurement of time, <br />the presence of light, <br />the moon, gaping at us. <br /> <br />Across the lake <br />there is a girl <br />running her fingers <br />through her waist length hair. <br /> <br />Or is it a shadow of something else? <br /> <br />It's intriguing. I am intrigued by her. <br />By the slow split she makes <br />in that curtain of hair. <br />By the moonlight and it's cravings. <br /> <br />This has been one of the longest days.<br /><br />Lisa Zaran<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hair-5/
