I walk alone through the distant night. The
breeze blowing through my hair. Mine eyes
searching, but not seeing.
The howling of the trees, whispering in mine
ears, soft words of belonging run through my
head.
Owls hooting, wolves howling at the brightest of
moons. A small whimper is heard in the darkest
of nights.
A whimper of sadness fills the air, silence forms
as loneliness creeps in. And the soft breeze blows
a little stronger.
A longing for that certain someone, to walk in
the distant night, together hand in hand, there in
a yearning in mine heart.
Another whimper is heard, this time mine ears
do not deceive me, for it is mine own voice I
hear, whimpering.
Can you feel it to, are you alone as I. Then come
to me and gaze into mine eyes and see the beauty
we can share.
Written By:
Donna Le
11/3/98
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