Where art thou dearest?
I exist between the living
waiting for thy loving words
to caress my soul
as a fatigued mother caresses her newborn
as the raspy mountains wait
for the rainclouds to wrap them
in their misty bosoms
as the snow waits
for the warmth of the sunrays
so I am waiting
to be inundated
and overwhelmed
(17th Dec 2003)
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Thou art a lady poet fine, I find thy flowery words divine... Andy 10