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An East wind
Chills the night,
Laden with breaths of
Snow and frost.
The leaf's death rattle,
Tumbling through branches,
Mars the quiet.
The tree, with branches
Spread, stands barren
And alone,
As do I.

Animal people, all around,
Here I sit, hands all bound
With mental rope and chain.
Unencumbered, am I now,
Except for an addled brain.

You are there,
Beside me.
I sense your
Presence,
Through my pores,
A scent of
Your fragrance,
Precedes your appearance.
I know you're there,
Without seeing,
Like the candle,
Knows the flame.
I hear your step,
Before your footfalls.
I know all this,
But not your name.

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God, the frustrations that
Lie inside of me.
I would like to believe
That at my age, a person
Would know what he'd
Like to do.
Perhaps, I'm living in the
Wrong time and place.

Lost! Alone,
Soul cast to the sea.
Inner hurt
With confusion,
Eternally.

Away I must go,
To set myself free,
But in doing so,
I won't be me.

From the earth,
Came I.
Pulled from the sea,
Warmed by the sun,
Breath from the wind.

Do you know me
Like I know you?
The way you talk to me
And I to you,
Or when you're close to me
And I am close to you,
Or when you are touching me
While I am touching you?

Love is in the knowing,
Not in what you do
But in remembrance,
Of my loving you.
Please say to me,
That you love me too.

Deep within each person
Lies an inner soul,
Full of mystery.
It is said, that souls never die,
But remain in space,
Forever.
Will our souls be friends,
As we are now,
Or will it end,
With our demise.

Fire inside, burning bright,
Raining outside, dark the night,
Children downstairs, Mother's puttering
While rain is gurgling down the guttering.
Streetlights stand with light a glimmer
From the kitchen comes the smell of dinner.

Unfamiliar sounds,
Rings in my ears,
The babble of voices,
A jumble of noise,
While footsteps
And laughter,
Compliments a rumble
Up above.

A puff of air,
Uplifting breeze,
Shrills through the trees,
Swirling the leaves,
Of orange, brown and gold,
That cover the ground
Of the hills and valleys,
While muffling sound.