she had dipped her hand 
in a muddy lake of illusion 
of wants and of dreams
to savor moments of 
yesterdays’ wasted 
dew drops on the hills
jag by the spell of ecstasy
euphoric to mildews presence
on the leaf electronic wall
never wanted to escape 
or be not awaken 
from the denial of self
where to go from here, 
your comrade awaits - YOU 
waiting for you to come back 
HOME again
4th of November,2009                
Fine poetic piece... I don't think ppl here appreciate these pieces enough anyway good job Lady Catrina
A good poetic appeal to set right set backs! Only time can solve this! Nice to read!
jag by is fantastic where comrade is waiting at home............and at home is the joy to be explored.............
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
again...another piece from the deepest core of c t heart's art..nicely done my dearest...