In this steel and concrete tomb,
on things missed.
is a loving touch,
feelings after being kissed.
Sounds of night in woodland,
the sun's warmth on a free day.
The cry of a flying bird, gleeful laughter of children at play.
But what is real in these hellish places
are the many sounds of anguish,
from emotionally drained pain numbed faces.
of the frustrated, missing those loved.
fact stands out It seems.
is a mysterious lady,
We only make love in our dreams.
20 June 96