by Kay Mott
Saturday, August 10, 2002
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Two spirits never apart-
one entity, you and me.
Not a vision one can see.
A warm sensation on your flesh-
A wisp of my caress.
All is quiet, not a stir of the boys.
It is me, the faintest noise.
My arms wrapped around you, as you sleep-
a tear on your cheek, from the one to weep.
The slightest breeze, blowing thur your hair. I
come to you in the wisper of a prayer.
KAY MOTT REEL