The Wind
My soul cries out
Yet no one hears me.
Silence is the only way
In which I speak.
Longing for a crack in the wall
Of the fortress surrounding your life.
I desperately seek to be a part
Of the wind as your breath.
The melting warmth of your eyes
And the touch of your hand in mine.
8-7-09
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