and when i am giddy drunk on a sunbeam he comes into my room, man in black. his heavy heart, his leaden stare - his stone eyes pull me down bring me back. the silken cord which binds us becomes cold iron gun metal - and his unhappy eyes. "go and hunt butterflies i want you to be happy" weighting my heart with his eyes and my wrists with chains. October 26, 1995 © Lela Kaunitz