Whispers of Reaching
Whispers… across the distance.
A gentle gust of forgiveness…
The sweet scent of lilac reaching majestically from her essence…
Punitive are my thoughts, agony, a frequent reminder of our time.
Our moment of shining light…
Tears reel and roll ominously through my conscience-ness.
I regret and lament, beckoned by this shade of intimacy.
My deliberations are familiar,
I pretend confidence,
I act experienced,
Yet I am merely the shadow of the masters…
4/25/2000
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