Sunday, September 28, 1997


softly like the morning
in primeval tones
stones whisper secrets
dancing with dew drops in the darkness
some quiet strength
gathering far and near, very dear
smell it
teasing the memory, one eternal gaze
caught in a mystery neverending
like chimes tasting the wind
your footsteps walk gently through my mind
a voice unique among men
I remember how it plays in my ear
one original script
sprinkling brilliance, delight all around
sparks of a lost letter
ever guarding the heart
your smile makes me happy
more than all the secrets in the stones

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