Wednesday, May 25, 2005

Decisions

Breathing
hoping to taste
the sweet air
of your words
missing your arms
reaching across the horizon
of my body
missing the
nearness
of your soul
summer sun upon my
cool skin
feeling waves of life
rippling over me
truth
realization
clarity
Chasing the last rays
of the setting sun
Am I too late?

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