indigos journal

Friday, September 20, 1996

Lost

Wind whispering
like a child crying
a breeze that chills my soul
an emptiness clear to my bones
And I miss you
My child
Hair flowing
Cascading o’er your shoulders
Laughter that rocks you
Pain that makes you quiver
And I miss you
My arms ache to hold you
My lips ache to kiss your brow
My hands ache to wipe away your tears.
Wherever you are,
my dear,
my prayer for you
Is peace
Happiness.

posted by indigo at 12:33 pm  

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