Saw this name today in the paper...
....they found Anastasia's
plane wreckage in British Columbia 
47 years after it crashed. its a pretty,
pretty name,......stayed in my mind.

    _anastasia_

 petty indulgence of mine
 my head hurts
 and my thoughts belong to Anastasia
 i think in two languages
 her thoughts arrive unsaid

 i watch the green river quiet dream
 me and my human greed
 and my thoughts belong to Anastasia
 i wake up cold and scared
 her thoughts lead away demons we feared

 white walls monsoon moss flowers
 warm rain seeps through me
 and my thoughts belong to Anastasia
 i saw the raindrops fall to ground
 her thoughts black blue rain and clouds

 i stop and rest by my shadow
 black shadows turn gray by the hour
 and my thoughts belong to Anastasia
 i search through and find no one
 her thoughts alone, wait somewhere

 Anastasia ? ........... she was never there.