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By Sarah Elizabeth Hume Submitted by Sarah143 Date: 2006 Oct 26 Comment on this Work [[2006.10.26.10.09.15017]] |
| How I long to be the breath of air that kisses upon your skin and makes autumn fly around you. How I long to be the whisper that you hear among the dark. How I long to be the shadows woven to night, and the silver of the heavens that graces wings, that touches flight. Oh, I would watch you closely hold your memory near, shield for you the candle light in storms that shall appear. I would be all places in the ground and in the trees only, not where you could see. My emptiness, the sorrow, my swollen heart could not harm you, its broken shards not yours to borrow. And I shall find my peace at last, from your bittersweet freedom death eternal, of the past. |