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Click hereI am the 'silent' stranger,
the 'he' of an age apart
the wandered eye
that saw the hearts
that beat in time to falling tears
the footsteps in the dark.
I've 'held' the hands -
so many hands -
yet won't forget
each 'touch', the feel,
the rasp of the whispers
of all the hurts
that always are.
I've been the love
that was turned away,
the 'moment' that was lost...
shared seconds of magyks sway,
the 'silvered' light within a soul
the gentlest smile left unseen
the hands
whose fingertips drew across
and somehow - touched
what wasn't held
but somehow - was.
I've been the 'one' that always knew
what wasn't known -
and softly held the pieces
as each 'refound' their wholeness
and learned to 'breathe' again.
I am the wind that dries the tears
that softly whispers away the fears
that gently lifts the hurts away
and leaves behind the softest blush
from the gentlest kiss upon a soul...
whispers in the wind.
Chris Twyford
Ancient117331
08/29/2004