Until

I see you on the street
we smile,
but do not say a word..

how I would like to hear
your voice,
feel your hand in mine,
lean on your shoulder,
hear you laugh,...

until that time comes
I will take my secret
off into the crowd
and along the busy streets.



1987


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last night the wind stole
my dream of you away.

today
I wait for it to return.


1987