Dear Phyllis Caruso, I Do Know You Are Thinking About Me Today, So, I Pulled Your Poem From My 2nd Published Book,I Feel,Know, Hear Your Haunting Thoughts_

**Blind Date Outa Fog . Door Me Floored,
Holding Your Hand; Stunning Beautiful Italiano Young Lady_

Winter Fog Was So Dense It WasLike Coming Out Of Future Into Past Out Of Dream_

Boy,(You Thinking),I Really Screwed Up, So, Here's The Heart(acher)Breaker For You To Read Again!!

7-11-03

A Poem Especially For You Phyllis...

Of This Poem YouNowHold InYour Hands,BeIt
ItsParchmentAgain Cross' Sands Of Time.It
Tells You Of Beautiful Young Lady I'd Met
AgainOn Foggy Night;Strangely ItBegan,Yet
Strangely It Had Ended!**Gombas BroughtMe
To You. Again I'd Walked Up To Place,Free
As I Was,Knock On Its Door; Strangely You
Again Came To That Door,It Opened,I Knew
Somewhere In My Mind, Of (God)I'd Seen
You Once Before! My Mind I Did Screen;
A Blind Date . That, (Winter 1964) That
It Was Only Unbelievable Destined Fate
That Changed Our Pathes! At That(Date)
We'd Met Once Again In This Lifetime_

Its End Did Come To Abrupt Halt! Then We
Never Really Got to Know Each Other!Free
I Was Then, Still I Am! As I Write My
Memior's, Publication,Try Understand.Try
Close Your Eyes Only One Moment; Do Look
Into Your Past.Why This Poem To You? Took
Many Moons For This Poem Come About! But,
It Is Only Let You Really Know Of Devote
Situation,( 1966) Happened in Your Life!
Then,Tell You Why Our Souls Evolve.Strife
In Your Life Was Much . That Time. But,
Then (Dating)I Did Relieve Alot Of It!Cut
Yourself Away From You Thought It Best!
You, It Was Getting Too Hot N Torrid_

But,Then Somehow a Red Rose Came To Rest
At Your Doorstep Each Week Until They
Became 12!Red HotColor,HauntingDesireFray
Your Life No Longer Did I;So,I Called You
Once,Twice,Then Again(Not Knowing)1974,To
Several Moons Later!Gest Conversation Be
Dismayed; All You'd Asked Was About Me?
No,Only Of Small Child Who Happened Upon
My Life,ThenLeft BySomeone Elses Means!On
New Journey Into Her New Lifetime!I Look
Into Future,Many Poems I Do Write.A Book
And More Come About! Book Of Poems Tell
Of People I've Met Again In Lifetime!Well
I Sense That You Are,But,Of Your Thot's I
Will Not Ask!ForAs You Read This Poem,Try
Not To Dwell On Each Red Rose Only More-
So,Look Into Your Heart! Listen For Your
Inner Voice,ItContainsMuch Knowledge;More
It Is Answer To Life Itself!Truly Of Your
Lost Thot's I Already Do Know! Should,Nor
I Ever Appear Strange To You!For,I, TRASK
WillMeetYou AgainIn Your NextLifetime!Ask
Of Your Inner Voice;What Will It TellYou?
Phyllis,Tears,ItWillTell You Meaning,True
OfEach Red Rose ThatCameTo Rest.YourDoor!

Tear's For You, TRASK c 2003 TRASK

Hint: **Gombas Is My Trusted Brother Knew That I Would Not Hurt You; He Dated Your Best Blonde Girl Friend, And,He Drove White Convertible Hot Hopped Up 62 Corvette_

Etal: She Literally About Tore Delivery
Guys (Clothes) Buttons Off His Shirt;
Trying To Get Him To Tell Her Who Was It,
Sending Each One Red Rose Each Week,i.e.
He Did Not Know,He Just Delivered Roses;
Even Florist Would Not Tell Her_

As I Never Really Have Being In Love Is But a (Myth), As Truly Few Women Ever Left Lasting Impression Upon My Mind, i.e. Now And Then Those Ones Who (Showed Compassion)Do Are Your "Lost True Soul's" In Future Too Come Too Pass Ta Haunt Ya Ta Death!!