Yes, there is someplace a deep place, a lonely place. Unreachable, unexplainable, and mysterious in me that longs for you. When the air feels still and a cool soothing breeze suddenly brushes my face, I know, in my heart, that you are aware of this longing. The Dogwood has bloomed outside my window and my feet long to feel the fresh lively earth. It is in the shower of pink, yellow, and white blossoms that I imagine you. You twirling and smiling as if there has never been any pain. no, only rapture, only love.
Hydeh Aubon (3/29/07)
