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there's a breeze running along through the silence

in the trees

but it can hardly even be heard

my eyes so wild are speaking volumes I'm sure

yet verbally, I've said not a word

I have finally calmed down somewhat now

for no one is here with me but my dark thoughts

so very pale and pure

I feel safest here in this private place of my own

making so secluded and simplistically secure

I miss not another soul while walking alone throughout

this mentally precious place

and everything knows me so well here

for objects are so easy to get to know

it's so cool, quiet and calm that one can really think

why, I can actually feel my own blood flow

and the swallowing motion of my throat as I drink

yet not of a liquid but of my beauiful peaceful

surroundings

they soothe the weeping that knows not how to stop

in any other place

and to my face one soft tear bravely clings

hands of incredible comfort lovingly reach out to

hold me and brush the evidence of pain that went

before from my face

only now can I truly say that I am alas, indeed home

and that I love you

all of you

now, only even more.................

( written Feb 21, 1993 am)