The Left Column
Side Party
in the dream
    You are a superstar
    and I am a lonely planet
  sometimes caught in orbit
     around you.

    You are a comet
     alone in the void
    wondering my way
   filling up the night of life
  with magic light.

  See, these allegories
     are foolish word-poems
  that seem so deep and probing
    into souls
   but there is just sentiment
    that might not have any other use
   except to allay the lonely time.

  What the Farmer does
      is sometimes sow new ground.
  And there is no way to know the beauty
            of that garden 
     until it is blooming.
  And no description, like a poem,
    is ever as good as the real garden 
       that friends plant together
  when they share their lives.

  The only purpose, the only solution
    is to keep on loving
  despite the drought.