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5 September 1997
Through the depths of my leather skin
i can almost feel your soft hand
gently resting on mine.
Your silent voice pours into my ears
and dissipatingly sinks through me
ringing, pulsing, fading.
But through your eyes, your beautiful eyes,
i am momentarily granted a vision
of your soul, your beautiful soul.
When i turn my head from such potent reality
the black cloak reenvelopes you
and now distant i sit, next to you,
again an unknown stranger.
Copyright © 1997 Charles Fry
la vie me déchire For all the words I didn't write My two calloused hands Hold me in your arms so tightly; When springtime comes soft, sweet and warm the water of life these are the times geraniums sweet of all sweetness when Death first called my name Arms so pitiful Redemption The tears in your eyes tear me more than my own. Oh Seigneur A toi, l'humanité flesh of mortal man, immortal woman again an unknown stranger. canticle to my soul My tender heart dilates with each emancipation