from my man

he is there. i am here. we talk on the phone. and there is much lacking. when we are away from each other i love his emailed notes. they are tangible. i get a little bit of him. sometimes through the words of others... tonight bob dylan

"for his age he is wise
he's got his mothers eyes
there's gladness in his heart
he's young and he's wild
my only prayer
is if i can't be there
lord, protect my child

as his youth now unfolds
he is centuries old
to see him play makes me smile
no matter what happens to me
no matter what my destiny
lord, protect my child

while the world is asleep
you can look at it and weep
few things you find are worth while
and though i don't ask for much
no material things to touch
lord, protect my child

he's young and on fire
full of hope and desire
in a world that's been raped, raped and defiled
if i fall along the way
and can't see another day
lord, protect my child

ther'll be a time i hear tell
when all will be well
when god and man will be reconciled
but until men lose their chains
and righteousness reigns
lord, protect my child"


-bd-