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once indeed

the flight of the wind

gripped me still

hailing me where I stand

careless crescendo

wave your daring dreamer's hand

kiss me with your howling whispers

tell me of your plan

there are voices

I can hear

speaking from far, far away

they reverberate hope in my heart

music fills the silent day and I

screen all the fractures that prevent me

from sailing into the stream that meets

your fond river's end

and your influence starts bending my so

loving will to the way of the wind.........

(Nov. 29, 1995)