Date: Thu, 6 Mar 1997 12:07:56 -0500 (EST) From: bq669@freenet.carleton.ca (Cynthia Howe) Subject: December poems c.1997 30 Dec. 1996 'My Heart Returned To Its Old Commander' It was many a year ago....... You pretty pretty thing of such magnitude. So glad to have forsaken the miserable And the referenced points therein. You crushed them digitally in a single blow..... A fair sight you look'd on your pretty ho'se. Riding thru the wretched wilderness With the sun shining in perfect technicolour. Then you soared into space And flew beyond the limitations of the previous decade. You forever fly on a crowded barge; I am waiting for you to come home; to certainty, Pertaining, just to me. I remembered you from long ago, as a girl, I'd adored you; These days, I adore a bit more, But my heart returned to its old commander. Now I am wondering what you're doing beyond all else. I wish I could find safe passage away from this. Still, within this, I continue to see you, Even hear you on digital vinyl. So clear and fresh you are, so preserved; Like a long lost treasure, seldom heard. So I uncovered your lot; it wasn't painful nor a pandora's box. So nice to be here and most folly is gone. There are things yet to be worked out, with love I may cope. Thus, after many a year alone, then and now, Truly you came with that lovely bargy fleet to free me, And along with another, we live together anyway. **finis**