Sunday, September 24, 2006

can't be erased

watching ripples beneath the moon
tired, lonely sitting alone
heard gentle steps; smell of perfume
i know you're coming very soon

i felt the softness of your touch
the warmness of your loving hug
oh! my; am i missing so much
following those red-coated lads

howling fox, on the ridge by the tree
owl cooing to our shadow maybe
cool breeze brushes our faces as we kiss
into the night, in our minds, can't be erased

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