I lay awake in bed, at night

wondering what you look like

what your hands feel like

what your voice would sound like

This distance I feel from you

Nags at me cause

You are never too far

from my thoughts, and thus

The closer I feel to you conciousness

Leaving me

so desperately wanting to know

As much as possible

About your mind, body, and soul

That, at times,

I flip through the many paintings of you

that I have in my mind,

wondering if they are true representations

or just mere illusions of reality

-Jason Olson, 10/2/97