Originally appeared in Sage Of Consciousness ezine, 2006.
The Waiver
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> In this quiet afternoon, the air waivers
> The hum from the sky and clatter from below
> And the air waivers
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Can my mind call to you, to reach you
In that space between the noise and the air?
In the vibration left from a note of music.
The carries on into the immensity.
Can my thoughts reach you, there in the waiver?
A tingle touched my flesh
a breeze responded to my whisper.
Is that you in the waiver?
Do you live there now,
in that space between the noise and the air,
You were that note of music
Between my breath and infinity.
Are you there, in the waiver?
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
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a breeze responded to my whisper.
Is that you in the waiver?
Sweet, wistful and very compelling, Rebecca. Nicely done indeed! Love and best wishes,
Regis