there's a breeze running along through the silence
in the trees
but it can hardly even be heard
my eyes so wild are speaking volumes I'm sure
yet verbally, I've said not a word
I have finally calmed down somewhat now
for no one is here with me but my dark thoughts
so very pale and pure
I feel safest here in this private place of my own
making so secluded and simplistically secure
I miss not another soul while walking alone throughout
this mentally precious place
and everything knows me so well here
for objects are so easy to get to know
it's so cool, quiet and calm that one can really think
why, I can actually feel my own blood flow
and the swallowing motion of my throat as I drink
yet not of a liquid but of my beauiful peaceful
surroundings
they soothe the weeping that knows not how to stop
in any other place
and to my face one soft tear bravely clings
hands of incredible comfort lovingly reach out to
hold me and brush the evidence of pain that went
before from my face
only now can I truly say that I am alas, indeed home
and that I love you
all of you
now, only even more.................
( written Feb 21, 1993 am)