Personal Journal Entry 12.10.158

For you Kel, for the day when you return to me.

Echo of a Whisper

I think about your being
All inside who you are
While the whispers echo softly
It is here...you are not far
From the hand of sensuality
The eyes a mask of grace
With a soul that takes your body
Off this world without a trace
I think about your spirit
What it holds until set free
And the whispers echo softly
It is here you want to be.
In the touch of truth and sanction
In the arms of all thats real
In the hearts and minds that live as two
that as one they breathe and feel.

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