I missed you last night...
By Marc Brooks (for Beth)

"I wandered down the forest path
 Branches and ivy growing
 I had no idea where I was
 And even less where I was going.

 Thoughts hang around me
 Like vines they cover dead trees
 They haunt me as I struggle
 Decaying inside from need.

 The glade ahead looms wonderful
 And my mood is suddenly lifted
 For with your caring presence
 My life was truely gifted."