I WANT TO

 put my pen
in your hand
write a line
from east
to west --- hoping
it'll never
end
. . .
the summer
wind
whispering
for a long-
lost friend
. . .
though
the footprints
are quick
to disappear
on the ocean
sand
. . .
i want to
put my words
in your gun
aiming at
the center
of a weaker
heart
---
this longing
this love
will never
wane
. . .
O, shooting star
on this silent
land i want to
sing
my human
song
on your
burning
wings
. . .
. .
.
.

z.z. 2006
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[painting by Laura Ferguson]