SILVERSTRINGS

Shadows creep. The wind blows strongly.

I think of you. I feel lonely. You should be, here.

With me now, I hear you calling to me.

In the wind, in my dreams.

Your hand's around my soul.

So gentle is your touch.

Like your breath upon my skin.

Your kiss, of sweetness on my lips.

I'm so in love with you. You're all I'll ever need.

By Michelle Rainey.

1999