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The sighing of the wind,
Are your sighs.
Your lilting laughter lifts
My spirits
And I miss you.

Bright lights of the city,
Shine on the people,
Far below,
Where do they go?

I love the city and
I love the people,
Please tell them so.

Clouds linger, in the sky
Blocking the moonlight
To the ground below.
Look at the city,
and look at the people,
Where do they go?

Do you understand me?
Me with my moody ways,
A friend of the morrow,
An antagonist, who says,
That you possess me.

I don't believe that I will ever
Be able to hold anyone else.
For knowing that you love me,
Is more warming then the heat,
From the brightest Sun.
Before the night has ended,
Before the dawn has come,
I'll look for you through shaded eyes
And watch the children run,
Through crowded streets.

When dark of night
Falls around my door,
I will disappear from view
And come, no more.
Ah, but then, who will notice,
Or who will care,
What will it matter?

Low is my feeling,
When you're not around.
God how I miss
The melodious sound
Of your voice.

Oh, you decrepit,
Aged man,
Who winces
When you walk.
You think that
Life and limb,
Is sound
And you never
Have to worry
Or that you
Can run and play
And always have to hurry.
But slow you down,
Oh foolish man,
For life is but a gamble
And odds do not
Give favor to
Those who
Choose to ramble.

I touch you and I feel
The softness of dew drops,
Lying on blades of grass.

I listen and I hear
The sound of water,
Tumbling over rock and sand.

When you lie near me,
I smell the scent of love,
Mixed with jasmine and another
Fragrance, much like the smell
Of new mown hay.

Soft lights, flickering candles,
Music, wine and you,
Gracing these harsh surroundings
Of steel and plastic.

Caught up in a world of
Fast moving events
With no time to slow down
And enjoy.

Thoughts of love
Come from my soul
And go coursing
Through my mind.
Love is a universal
Language,
That is easily
Understood,
But sometimes,
Becomes encumbered,
By others,
Who would find,
Love to be,
All the dirty thoughts,
That are found in
a suspicious mind.

My washer broke down, that was that,
And now I'm at the laundromat.
Nice and helpful, older lady,
Not as old as I,
Helped me through the process
Of loading, rinsing, with no mess.
This is this and that is that,
Even at the laundromat.

The warmness of your body,
Rises from indentations in the sheets.
I reach out, searching
And not finding you,
I wonder.
Where did you go?

When your brown eyes are
Looking at me,
Do you like the face
That you see?
Or would you rather resurrect
From your memory,
A lover from your past?

Many people have had lovers,
Some have more than most,
While others, not having any
Have never loved and lost