Like Ashes in the Wind
How many times we have met?
Three, four, or is it five?
Have you taken the count?
Have you wondered why?
The radiant smiles, the furtive glances,
The body's unspoken desires,
The heart's sweet murmurs
Were they for real? I often wonder
Or were they only in my mind?
Be that as they may
One of these lonely days,
I'll summon my courage
And spell out in clear detail
The last secret of my heart
So when I have to die,
The secret won't heave its inaudible last sigh
Yes, yes, yes, I do wish so very much
That you'd be a very special friend of mine
Maybe I'll print this "poem" out
So when we meet again once more
I'll press it in your hand
Baby, I do want my feelings soar
Hitherto unknown and unspoken,
Like cold gray ashes in the wind
Wissai
August 8, 2014
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