Always & Everywhere
In contemplation of the stars,
I ask myself just who you are.
At the rain-pour I just stare,
and on my sheet I found your hair.
The wet wind blows through my window,
I wonder who you are to me.
Dissonant sounds run through my brain.
Is this my joy or this my pain?
A fire flash along the flood,
I know it is you that's in my blood.
P. J. Campise
