As every morning before
a bird kisses the sun
with its song.
This day is written
within the immense book of Eternity.
You have returned.
Your whispers are the entrance lines
to a fragrant cascade.Be my lips, Beloved:
enunciate my heart!
Form the depth of loss
a new word is formed:
neither whisper nor song,
but injected
I did not forget you.
What is Love,
if not definitionof silence?
What is Word,
unsung?
Breathe faith with soft gasps
against trembling eyelids;against a tender nape.
Joined in jointedness,
surrender ...Let's make our love
alive!myra
25.08.2006
Peace and Love xx Je t'aime beaucoup..


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