There are undoubtedly star crossed lovers
And sometimes, universes collide

                                               By Phil Roberts

I'll send a nice message
straight through the wires
with the bird outside my window.
I'll wrap the paper up
with a nice little bow
and a short piece of twine
for him to carry onward
to speak into your mind.
He'll make it in the morning,
I know he surely will
to be there when you wake up
to tell you how I feel.

If you want to be an oak,
think like an oak,
not like an acorn.

White footprints follow me
everywhere.

Snowflakes sparkle
in my hair.

Winter is smiling;
Blessing me with its
White magic.

I don't know if it is the right thing to do
But I miss you.