Hollow Poem by Judy Alegria

The wind whispers hollow love songs,
the willow dances to it's hollow dream,
a cloud races to the graveyard
where hollow voices softly sing.

The wind plays soft fantasies
and whispers lullabies atorn.
The willow wiping tears of gray
that left yesterday unborn.

A cloud coils to a meadow
where flowers rarely bloom,
where fall died a stubborn death
and left leaving Winter doom.

A single sad story harmonizing hollow dreams,
leaving a heartbroken for following hollow streams.

A roaring nile of sadness
and a bittersweet adue
leave the wind a-blistering
and saying hollow I love You's.


(October 9,2003)