Sing to me of that below the deep From the land of the lonely found Whisper from between the cracks of firelight I feel you there Where my marrow moves I know you have bedded down in sand I can smell it in your voice You could not see the sun From the depth of the clean blanket I can hear it in your eyes In silence there you have lain Though the wind howled above you The waves dashed your lovers on the rocks You drifted below In your thirsty bone suit I know it I can taste it in your words I can feel it in your scent I can hold it with the smokey fingers of my soul For through all of that No matter what depths you plumbed Ever silently waiting Yearning for the day we would touch I lay buried beneath you Stephen Pursell, 12/98 |  |
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