I hear him in whispers
he speaks of his needs
too soft for most ears
so loud for me
his sadness I hear too
he moans on the wind
his lamentation rain
lighting his anger
thunder his pain
the times he is joyful
he laughs with leaves
throwing them lightly playing with me
his chuckle their rustle
under my feet
softly then touching
my skin with the sun
warm and loving
he blows kisses to me
gently they float
on his breath
the breeze

03/12/2005

Posted on 03/13/2005
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