early poems(1998) - 2

Familiar faces, gathered like in the past
Sweet memories replayed, faces laughed
like joyous kids, fun relived
in that crystal bowl, reality ceased
Faceless in the crowd, i stood and watched,
so glad i am, to not be caught
Thief that i am, and so I'll steal
that beautiful moment, ever so real
And if in me, that beauty ceased
and so submerged, in the crowd, I'll leave