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WHISPERING ABOVE A SHOUT (M.A.K.)
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JOURNAL #22 a powerless path
where even premonition
takes pause
I hear the clouds even move
and see the cry of the ocean's gulls
the whip of the wind spanks furiously upon
my offered up face
I wish you were here
not just loving me in my head
but hugging me to your torso
with such gentled grace
do you see me when you look at the sand
do you feel my hands graze your down cast
cheek
see my lips as I whisper
'So much love and out of such eyes!
Why, I can hardly dare of them to even speak!'
the wish of your arms is so easy to guess
that of which for them to hold me close
forever
no less
to breath the sweetest air that I breath
to witness sunset after blazing sunset
of such serene golden scene
happily alone
curled up with me
on our favorite stretch of beach
its here in my mind
that of you
I dream..................
(Dec. 1, 1999)
