Icicles on the Tower (for Kenndra) It's 4 AM and the world is making sounds Never noticed in the daytime bustle. My heart is making them too; it slowly drowns As Need and Want still Love and Passion's hustle. And I shall always be wanted, but cannot know The depths and heights of passion without fear That it should open the chasm that would show My love's own hurt, encompassed in a tear. No other do I love so deep, and yet The one I love must fight with demons dark That loathe and flee the show of passion's threat - The mind's own icy, calculating mark. And so I sup on that which I can find, Knowing there must be love, though I am blind. copyright 18 February 2001 by Earle B. 'Glas' Durboraw, Chattanooga, TN