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to the man in the mist

I shake my fist

the tears I have lost to him

are too many to list

when he fails to show me his face

I become quite irate and insist

I insist he turn and not so sullenly race

and tell me why he has come to bring

unhappiness to this peaceful place

everyone has chosen to follow his sad yet

lifeless pace

he looks to be a young man but has the

disposition of one very old

though it could be just in the way his carriage

he chooses to hold

he seems unhappy yet possibly a

pleasant young man

on the whole I am his most interested fan

what will I do when he has gone and no longer

strolls these beastly turbulent cliffs

oh how he reminds me of Catherine's

faithful Heath cliff

my spirit then lifts

Goodbye handsome yet faceless stranger

you will forever remain in my mind

as the man with the hidden face of love's

danger.....

(written Jan 4,1991)