Oh
wind stir around me,
Bring word of my true love ,
Let the silence surrounding me,
Ascend into the heavens above.
I yearn to hear your voice,
Your presence I long to see,
The deafening silence of the valley,
Is robbing the very essence of me.
I am sitting amongst nature's beauty,
Yet its attractive lure is lost to my soul,
I languish for the return of my love,
Desire draws me, recalling love thus bold.
I wait in the dreaded silence,
My heart aches for you to return,
You'll wrap your arms around me,
Enkindling a love that burns.
Gayle Davis©
February 13, 2005
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