when the world whispers:
-such soft whispers-
sweet promises
of cinnamon and spices
when you expectantly peer into
its leafy green future,
your destiny calling you
to run into its longing arms
as you get carried along
moonlight rivers and seas
surprised at the ease
of the flow, the ride
when you, later, wonder
where and why
the whispers and green promises
flew away
remember: our love was always
there, THERE
unseen and unspoken perhaps
but always
enveloping and eternal,
your truest rock.
29 July 2001
On Alexandra’s 10th birthday
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