Rejuvenated
      Out
      of
      Thin
      air
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
       
        
     
    
   
   
    
     
      By
      N
     
     
      The
      clouds
      have
      parted,
      7
      If
      I
      was
      able
      to
      conjure
     
     
      The
      monkey
      is
      off
      my
      back,
      someone
      out
      of
      thin
      air
     
     
      Sorrow
      is
      replaced
      by
      joy,
      it
      would
      be
      you
      with
      your
      deep
     
     
      And
      everything
      is
      new
      again.
      brown
      eyes
      and
      penetrating
      stare
     
     
      who
      stands
      4.3
      inches
      taller
     
     
      Frustrations
      of
      yesterday
      are
      gone,
      just
      enough
      to
      make
      me
      feel
     
     
      Replaced
      by
      wonderful
      clarity.
      |
      protected
      but
      not
      small
     
     
      My
      strength
      is
      restored,
      with
      your
      lopsided
      smile
      that
     
     
      And
      my
      faith
      is
      renewed.
      still
      makes
      me
      feel
     
     
      as
      shy
      as
      I
      did
     
     
      Struggles
      seem
      distant,
      on
      our
      first
      ee
      et
     
     
      And
      disappointments
      are
      only
      a
      memory.
      and
      your
      nagging
      insecurities
      that
     
     
      Now
      things
      have
      changed,
      help
      me
      deal
      with
      my
      own.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Finally,
      I
      am
      back
      in
      the
      game.
     
     
      We
      would
      walk
      together
      and
     
    
   
   
    
     
      stare
      at
      the
      moon
      and
      discuss
     
     
      how
      mind
      boggling
      it
      is
     
    

    
     
      that
      the
      same
      moon
      inspired
     
     
      Galileo
      and
      Aristotle
     
    
   
   
    
     
      _-
      Time
      is
      now
      on
      my
      side,
     
     
      And
      my
      desires
      seem
      relatively
      few.
     
     
      The
      grass
      may
      be
      greener
      somewhere,
     
     
      But
      I
      don't
      care;
      I'm
      staying
      on
      my
      side.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      *
      You
      would
      tell
      me
      you'd
     
    

    
     
      give
      me
      the
      moon
      if
      you
      could
     
     
      so
      I
      would
      tell
      you
      about
     
     
      Borrowed
      Black
     
    

    
     
      and
      you'd
      smile
      because
     
    

    
     
      you
      forgive
      my
     
    

    
     
      oddities
      and
      neurosis
     
    

    
     
      think
      they're
      charming,
      in
      fact.
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Kaleidoscopes
      twirl
      through
      my
      mind.
     
     
      My
      eyes
      are
      closed,
     
    

    
     
      But
      my
      senses
      are
      open.
     
    

    
     
      The
      lights
      and
      colours
      and
      shapes
      resemble
     
     
      things
      in
      the
      world
      I
      know,
     
    

    
     
      but
      they
      are
      from
      the
      world
      within.
     
    

    
     
      |
      do
      not
      know
      how
      they
      come
      to
      be,
      b
     
     
      |
      wish
      them
      to
      stay.
     
    

    
     
      The
      harder
      I
      wish
      the
      faster
      they
      fade.
     
     
      Once
      you
      have
      it
      let
      it
      be.
     
    

    
     
      Let
      it
      become
      its
      own,
     
    

    
     
      Let
      it
      continue
      in
      to
      eternity.
     
    

    
     
      Forever
      remember
      the
      perfect
      flow.
     
     
      For
      your
      life
      can
      be
      the
      mimic.
     
    

    
     
      thi
      i
      os
     
    
   
   
    
     
      But
      I
      can't
      conjure
     
     
      anything
      from
      thin
      air
     
    

    
     
      let
      alone
      you.
     
    

    
     
      So
      I
      walk
      alone
     
     
      comforted
      by
     
    

    
     
      the
      moon
      and
      the
      thought
     
     
      of
      you.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      een
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      UPEI
      Cadre
      December
      2
      2003
      page
      5