for I never existed...
Long for me not,
for I am not worthy of love.
Think of me in the spring,
And remember me when you hear the thunder...
In the wind you may listen,
for my voice to call your name...
And when lightning dances,
you shall see my love playing among the clouds...
Call to the night for me,
and you shall feel me in the breeze upon your face...
Ask the night of me,
and it shall tell you naught but emptiness...
I go to embrace my destiny,
and rest my tired mind and heart...
I ask only,
that you remember...
July 1996
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