"The Bear"

The Bear

The room is
Dark
Save for soft glows
From my lamps.
Quiet pervades -
I can hear
Wind
Whisper by.
I lie there,
Eyes closed,
Wanting to make it
Real.
Lyrics flow,
Taking me away on
Clouds of dreams.
But she's not
Here
And I'm still
Alone
Tonight.
So I hold it
Close
Yet still
No substitute.

Reid Stanley
14 February 1994