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Back to the Dark Garden

1995

Your Way

Silent

So silent

No sound is to be heard.
No breath,
no heart-beat,
no steps
no voice,
no scream

but the scream of mine
crying in your name...

So silent
you can even hear
the dropping tears.

My Way

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Poet of the Night

The night is my home,
darkness my light,
sadness my love,
loneliness my friend.

The moon is my sun,
the stars are my hopeful candlelight.
I am the poet of the night,
her soul and her child.
My life is a dream.

How long is a minute?

An hour while waiting,
for the second to see you
just a moment before
eternity in your arms.

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