i wake up b4 dawn, which is normal, and have bob dylan swimming in my head, my mind racing all around him, past and present and dare 2 dream of the future! he belongs 2 ME in my dreams. i wonder what he is doing now. i know he is not dwelling on me and spinning images in his brain of conversations with me, real or imagined. so why am i deep in thought with him in it? sometimes i feel him close, very close, the manifestation of his song and art. i can only imagine what this man is like thru these forms, his voice, his eyes, his clothes, his deeds, he brings me closer 2 god. i miss him and wish he were here with me now, but everybody in the world would love 2 sit on a beach and do nothing in particular with him or maybe play cards? bob dylan will always be shared with the world. silly me..................

Advice to a Girl

No one worth possessing
Can be quite possessed;
Lay that on your heart,
My young angry dear;
This truth, this hard and precious stone,
Lay it on your hot cheek,
Let it hide your tear.
Hold it like a crystal
When you are alone
And gaze in the depths of the icy stone.
Long, look long and you will be blessed:
No one worth possessing
Can be quite possessed.

sara teasdale